Knowing Terry was like knowing several different people all in one body.  Fiercely competitive; a sense of humour that could make you laugh and cry all in the same sentence; a man that appealed to hundreds but chose his friends carefully.  He was generous and sometimes stubborn but never to the degree where he would ignore others.

 

The best way of explaining all of Terry’s attributes is to simply say that excluding my family, out of all of the people I have ever known, Terry would be the person (of only two) that I would choose to be marooned on a desert island with.

 

His determination, wit, and general ability to make the most out of any situation would be enough to carry both of us through.

 

The thing that would not be in evidence would be self pity.  In all the time I knew him, right up to his last day, I never once heard him say “why me?”

 

Terry Hemingway - a good friend and a true gentleman.

 

Written by Paul Rennard, Terry’s best friend