During her second bout with cancer, Terry banished her first-time chemo wig and sported a variety of adorable hats. Eventually she came to the conclusion that she didn’t care to hide her nearly bald head anymore. At the gentle urging of her friends in art class, Terry removed her cap and as a great favor to me, allowed me to take photos of her. Terry’s beautiful face never required the embellishment of hair. While we talked, she graciously posed for my camera. Her eyes shone, and her smile widened into her quintessential Terry glow, her features merging with the light around her.
Even in the throes of the devastating illness assaulting her body, Terry’s spirit still managed to radiate warmth and joy. This phenomenon I think, was an outpouring of her capacity for fathomless love. Love that she so generously shared with absolutely everyone and every living thing. And this was almost always evident. I am in awe of Terry, though until now, it was impossible for me to attempt to describe her extraordinary grace with my clumsy words.
Terry endowed us with a well full of incorporeal beauty. A smidge lives, as a cinematic-like image of Terry in my mind’s eye. She appears to be absolutely luminescent. But the greater portion of her largess is free to anyone who cares to look for it. You can feel it, in the light.