I remember how good a footballer Terry was when we played in the same team, Tacket Street Boys' Brigade Old Boys'(TSBBOB), in the late 1960s. I was goalkeeper. Terry was always so enthusiastic and friendly. Although I didn't meet him after that time Terry has always been thought about over the years as one of the Tacket Street family. My condolences, and from TSBBOB too, to Terry's family and friends.

In our world there are people who absorb light. And there are people from whom the light comes. Thank you Terry for your light and warmth… And people.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die. We will always remember you, Terry. Thank you for being a part of our life.