Terri Sue "Scooter"
May 13, 1966- April 18, 2008
Today, my oldest sister, Terri, would have been 45 years old. I decided to blog about her today. If any of "my readers" knew Terri, please comment with your memories also.
I remember when I was about 4 years old, we were at one of the uncle's house. They had party trays set out in the living room. I was sitting there with Terri. I asked her, "Terri, do you want a pickle?" She answered, "No." Then I asked, "Ain't you gonna ask me if I want one?"
Driving with her after her second bad accident was a BIG risk. Her favorite phrase then was "@#*$^%!?" In other words, she didn't like it! LOL
So, I figured, in memory of Terri, I'd put a few songs and pictures here, things I remember most. I didn't get to know her during her teenage years. She was almost done with them when I came along.
(Sherli, Terri, Coni, Me in 2002?)
She liked to be a prankster, I guess. When Sherli was dating her first husband, Steve, Terri was doing chemo for Hodgkin's Lymphoma. She was loosing her hair. Sherli took Steve over to Terri's and Terri had just finished putting the little sprigs of hair she had left in foam curlers. It was hilarious!!! Steve thought Terri was being serious about it and was trying to get Sherli to control her laughter.
After Matt met Terri, we went to see her. Matt came in and asked her how she was doing. Terri's response, "I'm dying, how are you?" Matt was embarrassed because of her response, he thought he did something wrong. Nope, that was Terri being Terri. Had a joke for it all!!
For my 15th birthday, Terri and Sherli had planned a surprise party for me at Sherli's house. That day, we were riding home from Sherli's (before I knew about the party) and we got in a wreck. Some guy had ran a stop sign and we ended up hitting him. Later that night, we went back to Sherli's. It was Terri, Sherli, me, Rose and Julie. Well, some how Sherli, Rose and Julie got stuck in Sherli's room. The door didn't have a lock, but it just would not open. Terri stood back from the door, held on the wall behind her and tried to kick in the door Chuck Norris style!!! Oh I am laughing my behind off right now thinking of that!!!!
Ok, ok. Now for some music while I think of some more Terrisms!
I also remember, the day I met Matt, I went to see Terri first. I remember she was just about as excited as I was while I was showing her the grainy picture that I had of him.
Terri and I had lived in a two bed/two bath trailer in Milton after she had her second wreck. I don't know if I can pin point anything specific about living there with her, I just remember we would both work on her school work when she was doing school online. How one day, I went to the ER from work, Terri had just had back surgery...AGAIN... We were a sight! Both of us, laying in the living room, on pain meds. LOL
Terri and I had lived in a two bed/two bath trailer in Milton after she had her second wreck. I don't know if I can pin point anything specific about living there with her, I just remember we would both work on her school work when she was doing school online. How one day, I went to the ER from work, Terri had just had back surgery...AGAIN... We were a sight! Both of us, laying in the living room, on pain meds. LOL


I have way too many memories of Terri to put them all down. I would just like to say that it is an honor to be called her sister. I will never be the same again now that we have lost her. I have not found my new normal yet. I miss her. I am angry that her daughters have to go through their lives and do things that daughters need their mother's for without their mother. I am angry she will never get to rock another grandchild or great niece or nephew. I am angry that I didn't get to her sooner than I did in March 2008. I miss my sister. I hate cancer! And I know that one of us (Sherli, Jeani and me) will have to go through this two more times. I am scared. At least I finally have her dog. And now when I cuddle with Sadie I know that I am cuddling with a life that Terri loved so dearly. And that brings me a little comfort.
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