My brother Terrance (Ted) has been a long time lurker here. Never made an account, but read everything. He always said he couldn’t contribute anything that hadn’t been already written. He was wrong.Ted got me into pouting lead which lead me to all the DIY stuff I do. He had an incredible eye for detail and was the hardest working man I know.
Separated by 500 miles, we only got together once a year for a fishing trip somewhere. Those special trips where you just fish. No drama, no beating yourself up to find a better bite, nothing but good times.
The combination of smoking, drywall dust, asbestos, and every dam thing else he breathed finally caught up and took its toll. He spent years tied to oxygen tanks and like a leash, could only go as far as those dam hoses would allow. I never minded the pile of tanks in the boat or altering our day on his needs. It is the time we spent and the awesome memories we shared. Even more special was the friendships that grew out of his friends, and Ted with mine.
You taught me a lot and I will be forever grateful. Love ya Ted, “breathe easy”
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