Remembering fondly the good old days on the farm, and missing them.....
I have often thought, felt, exactly what was posted yesterday. From intellectual questions I am thinking about, to the deeply personal. I suspect this will go on for the rest of my life. Terry was a wonderful man.
I thought of Terry today, thinking I needed his always wonderful counsel, given with humility and humor and love.
Eight years and I still have dreams of saying good-bye to Terry. I did say good-bye when I left him three days before the accident but it was meaningless. I never told him of my gratitude and the privilege of knowing his remarkable and loving self. I often feel lost and alone without him. But he once told me in the words of Chief Seattle, "...The white man will never be alone,...the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds." From your world, Terry, give us the power to live an honorable and loving life as you did.
7 years now. Hard to believe. Miss you.
Looks like the gang is joining you one by one; Paws and Gita have gone since we last communicated. You know about Buster, Rocky and Max.
Me? I imagine you know everything. The cancer recurred but it looks contained.For the present.
Life in Florida is not like life on the farm. You know what I mean.
Miss you, Kishore
If you, Maxie and Rocky are strolling along the universe and happen to run into a brown, gremlin-eared Border Collie/Australian Shephard mut, just call "Maggie," and she can join up with all of you.
Thinking of you always and with love,
Dave and Julie Margolis
I did it!!!! All the pieces to my puzzle have come together, but you already knew that! It's taken so long to do this, but today it finally happened. Many of the pieces are tear stained, but the pieces that frame my puzzle are stronger than ever. I will not glue this puzzle together, but instead, I will put it under glass where I can admire my courage and strength. I wish you were here to share in my success...just wanted you to know!
I just started to realise, thirty years later, what Terry was teaching me about epistemology. Too bad that he is gone,because it's difficult to understand his teaching without him.
Let's keep him alive in our memories and our philosophy.
I just learned today. I was a former patient and friend of his and I wanted to confer with Terry today. He exemplified compassion and loved nature and the animal kingdom. I'm shocked and saddened to hear about his death so many years after it happened. God bless his benign soul.
Four long years but the pain is still felt and the memories are just as vivid.
The dogs have gone too, and I have left Galena, but the pond, the swamp, the grasslands, the forests and the wildflowers that we planted are still there forever.
During a tearful session in 1997, after my father passed away, contemplating the existential nature of life and death, Terry wryly smiled and said: "Julie, people won't remember me five minutes after I am dead."
This beautiful, going on 3+ years guest book is a testament to Terry's inability to recognize his incredible impact he had on all our lives. I told him that at the time.
In addition to Terry's brilliance, wisdom, gentleness there was a certain sadness about the man. Terry was plagued with the same self doubt, misery, nuerosis that affect all of us from time to time. But in that crucible of unsuredness, came forth a human being like no other. Terry, like his hero, Mr. Lincoln had a certain iron will about him. And it is that very strength married with humility, humor, wisdom and gentleness that I give endless thankfulness for on this day. When times get tough, as they often do, I think to myself: "I was not Terry Brown's patient for nothing." And then I dig down and find my own strength and resolve brought forth in all my sessions and move forward, ever confident of becoming my own true self. That is what Terry wanted, not just for me, but for all his patients, and friends too, I imagine.
On that sparkling, endlessly gorgeous blue day of November 4th, I would like to think in the mystical realm of the vast universe, that Terry and Mr. Lincoln together were beaming in joy of the election of Mr. Barack Obama.
Today, I give thanks for the blessed life of Terry Brown and to all of you who have written with your heart here in this sacred space.
Trying to get news from my old "godfather" Terry, I got extremely sad when I discovered the terrible new, he was gone...
I have'nt seen for so many years, but was talking about him everytime I was talking about psychology or philosophy. I was his french teacher at Berlitz school on Monroe street, when I lived in Chicago. I helped him to speak french well enough in order to work with Piaget. I believed he was the most intelligent, kind man I have never met. We spent many evenings drinking Guiness and talking about king Ubu.
I regret now not to have come back to Chicago to see him. C'est la vie...
Lets try to keep him live in our memories.
Terry, resources are so scarce. You are needed here with your heart so big and wisdom so deep. We miss you still, so much.
Terry, think of you often....been an interesting, yet tough year....could use your words of wisdom..Lost someone near and dear to me..miss you and our talks....
Terry: Things have been pretty hard since you've been gone; if only...
I only this evening learned of Terry's death. Reading tributes and looking at photos brings back memories of one of the sweetest and most generous men I've met. Terry took me under his wing when I was a medical student, helped orchestrate my studies at The University of Geneva, strengthened my resolve to find intellectual pursuits in medicine and introduced me to his beloved Wendy. A man of earnest integrity, delightful humor and great spirit.
I only heard this evening on the eve of the 2008 New Hampshire primary that Terry had died 2 and 1/2 years ago. Although we had not spoken in some time a flood of memories has come washing over me tonight. I had known Terry as a supportive and challenging mentor and supervisor at the University of Chicago and later as a friend and colleague. My partner Larry and I have extremely found memories of visiting the farm and searching for morel mushrooms on Norwegian Independence Day in 1994 and then later again at other times over the next few years. I recall the many spirited discussions about theory and practice in his office on Lake Shore drive.
In his memory we will make a donation to the Democratic party in this very important election year. Terry, we miss you and send our love.
July again. We still miss you, Terry, so much! Often when I drive up Lake Shore Drive I check to make sure your lamp is still in its window. It's a little askew, but a comfort it's there. My friends don't understand my facination with that lamp. I suppose readers here may.
Peace be with you all.
Terry, The time has gone so fast since you past. I feel that you look done on me, and I even think that you may feel I am doing OK!! The visits that we had, helped prepare me for the times that you could not be there. It is true over the past two years I have had my struggles, but I have had to work through them. I have been able to do so with the stepping stones you gave me. This does not mean that I do not miss our talks or visits, it just means you did a DAMN GOOD JOB!!! Miss you and think of you often. Thanks for all you did for me and my family....
Terry; You live in our dreams. Kishore
I new Terry only as a youth - during his junior and senior years in high school, for he was - as I - a member of the Rawlins High School Class of 1957, in Rawlins, Wyoming. He was, even then, however, a stellar member whose intellect was prodigious. He was both the student body president and valedictorian of that class. As his classmates anticipate our 50th Reunion in August of 2007, I shall sadly convey my only recent knowledge of his passing - and his imminence in many areas, but most of all as a remarkable human being as evident in his younger sister's moving tribute to him. We had had contact only once in 50 years and that was related to a referral, as I referred a patient to him.
I spent very little time with Terry, indeed we met only once. He was however considered almost legendary amongst some members of my family.
I enjoyed his company over a meal with him, my father and cousin in the historic city of York(UK). Terry's humour was quite infectious and the way he had the waiting staff running around looking for the 'right' bottle of Zinfandel ensured I enjoyed myself as I watched the ensuing scene.
It may be true to say that the people of Yorkshire are not exactly known for being gourmets.... I don't think this was lost on Terry, maybe that is why he remained so charming and good humoured as he was presented with the wrong vintage on more than one occasion.
A cultured, knowledgeable and very humourous gentleman, I am very sorry I will not meet him again. My sympathy is with all who cherish memories of this extra ordinary man.
In tribute to a remarkable man and theorist!
David Alexander Swann, Earl of Guildcrest
The Centre of Behaviour Studies - United Kingdom
Dear Wendy, Thampy and Andy, Just letting you know that I am thinking of you today and often many days. It is hard for me to think that over a year has passed since I was able to talk to Terry. Probably because I still talk to Terry quite frequently about alot of things and continue to ask his advice and to please continue to guide me. I watch and listen to signs of nature that he does hear me. I notice and hear many things that perhaps have always been there but now have been drawn to my attention. Like everyone on this site I miss him more than any words can say. I have had much loss in my life but none of them impacted my life as much as Terry did, as he did so many. Terry's part of my life gave me insight to many aspects of myself and life in general. My only regret is I did not meet this man that was so full of knowledge, wisdom and advice sooner in my life. He had a zest for life that came through any troubled time he may have had in his life. He showed me that zest. I hope that in the time that I have left here that I can have some of that experience. It is all that we make of it for ourselves. The opportunities are there, we just have to capture them. Wendy, Thampy and Andy I hope to return to the farm some day soon, just to walk, see and listen. Terry I miss you, our conversations and your advice. Please continue to guide me and help me through the tough times to come. One of the Sterling girls.....LLB
To those of you who loved, and were loved, by Terry:
It was with deep shock and sadness that I only recently learned of Terry’s death. It seemed – and seems – incredible. One occasionally meets, in one’s lifetime, an extraordinary person who seems larger than life, who seems, indeed, to devour life, in a way that can only elicit wonder, admiration, and even envy. For me, Terry was such a person.
As you, Wendy, and you, Kishore, will remember, I knew Terry at the dawn of his career, at the Illinois State Psychiatric Institute (ISPI). I was a few years ahead of him, by then in administration at the Institute, and both marveled and gritted my teeth as Terry led a group of psychiatric residents – including, of course, you, Kishore – to challenge accepted wisdom, venerated theories, and encrusted ways of doing things, in ways which made even us relatively young staff feel like “old-timers.”
However, no Director of Education at that institution – forever conflicted between banal political pressures and potential scientific contributions – felt that he could dismiss, disregard, or marginalize Terry. His logic was impeccable; his indictment of the status quo was compelling. I vividly remember one of the many contests of intellect between Terry and one of the most brilliant, and internationally admired, psychoanalysts, who ISPI was privileged to have as a supervisor, Dr. Merton Gill. At a certain point in the discussion, Merton said with exasperation, “Dr. Brown, you overlook what decades of experience have taught us!” To which Terry replied, devastatingly, “Dr Gill—even stones have experience!”
Still, in those years, Terry felt very much isolated. I perhaps captured what I imagine that was like for him, in a letter I wrote to Terry a decade ago. In it, I included this paragraph:
"The closest I probably ever came to grasping your sense of isolation was the day that Piaget died. It was either in an REC meeting or a supervisors’ meeting that you announced this event, in a choked voice, and I remember grasping at the time how incredibly meaningful this must have been for you, and how little it meant emotionally to the rest of us sitting around the table. I believe we said the right things and were 'empathetic,' but I was acutely aware of how alone you must have felt among us."
No; we psychiatrists – steeped in Freud, struggling to treat psychotic patients we barely understood, prescribing medications whose side effects were almost as bad as the symptoms they attempted to control, absorbing new paradigms like community psychiatry and family therapy, whose promise belied the fragility of the theories which underlay them – either ignored or nodded respectfully, in the direction of Jean Piaget, and then went about our business. Some of us, at ISPI, sat alongside the residents, in Terry’s classes, taking notes and attempting to grasp the complexity and coherence of what he had to teach. But it was not enough—not for us, and certainly not for Terry.
Fortunately for Terry, however, he had you; and he had a lust for life that his professional disappointments could not diminish. Who could ever forget a dinner at the home of Terry and Wendy? Who could not fail to marvel at the choice of wines, of the sauces, of the presentation of exquisite dishes? And how often has one encountered in life a person who combined such an appreciation for, and mastery of, life’s most subtle refinements, with a love of rocks, dirt, and trees? Wyoming, blended with Paris, by a brilliant and sensitive mind. Who could have imagined such a person?
Rest in peace, dear Terry. Your impact on many people has been profound, and the affection in which you were, and are, held, would probably amaze you. It does not surprise any of us. To have known you was to be able to say: I have been privileged, to know such a rare and exceptional person.
Dear Friends, Family, Colleagues and others who knew and loved my brother, Terry,
It's a rainy and cold Memorial Day weekend so I am captive to indoor pursuits. Among them, I am preparing a collage, program, life event timeline and biography of Terry. The biography will appear on the website, and is intended to be an evolving piece that others can add to as you do here.
I am so touched by your words, sentiments and memories. I feel I had not enough time with Terry, he being several years older than I, living far away and both of us so busy, as we all can be, with all of our work and other pusuits. I have gotten to know him better through your eyes and memories.
Terry, I so miss you. There are so many things I wish to share. Whatever death is, where ever the energy goes that was once our life force, I only hope you know how much you have been and are still loved and remembered. Of course, I also wish that someday our spirits would meet again, and that somehow we would recognize each other, however impossible or selfish that sounds.
It has been almost 11 months. I miss him more than ever. Last time I entered here I said, "Terry is a great man". Well, wasn't that the product of limited emotional stamina as well as a propensity to over simplify when things are too profound? I couldn't write any more sentences then. I don't know how many I can write now, but I think having this site here is a gift. Thank you to you who maintain it.
Terry would have been happy that I attended the Alvin Ailey production at the Auditorium Theater last night. He probably would have seen it too. We could have talked about it, the choice of music, the incredible beauty... I would have been inspired. He would have smiled wistfully and complained about his feet! This is how I imagine it anyway.
I wish he were here. I get along without him, reluctantly.. as I get along without others whom I love, reluctantly.. but I get along. I need to get lucky here and not lose anymore for a while.
Terry liked me. An artist, he liked singers, sopranos in particular, and he was getting a crack at one. I think he liked that. He wasn't done with me, a work in progress I picked up to continue. Maybe a little more pragmatic, maybe a little more orthodox (alright completely orthodox) but it's the best I can do. I will try. I will try to complete it, but... I miss you, Terry.
To all who venture here~
I have only tonight just heard about Terry's passing and it was such sad news to hear. I had not had contact with both of you for a number of years but have fond memories of the times we spent during my years in residency at ISPI. Ironically I learned of his passing while giving a talk tonight-one that would not have been possible without his role in accepting me to a training program, as well as his constant guidance in the field of Psychiatry (not to mention his epicurean inputs which also enriched us to no end). Know that while his passing is a tragedy, that his life as a mentor, counselor, and trusted colleague, touched my life as well as the lives of countless others who now practice thanks to his being.
James Patras, MD
Assistant Professor of Clinical Psychiatry
University of Illinois-Chicago
I first met Terry in Geneva thirty years ago, then our paths crossed a few times over the years.
He was demanding and profound in his understanding, generous, and eager, to see deeper, to see further,
I mourn his passing.
Dear Dr Recant, Dr Thampy and Andy, On Memorial day weekend were were at our Galena retreat. We saw your memorial service from our lane and Buckhill Road, but of course we did not know it was for Dr. Brown. I learned about the tragedy from Dr. Arakapudi on Tuesday, Sept. 13. We are saddened to lose such a fine neighbor. Our deepest sympathy rests with you all. Sincerely, Dr. Rogers, May, Becky and Bert
What a beautiful tribute to a wonderful friend.
The Last Days of Valhalla
- a Wyoming enigma ---
Original lyrics and music by Dave Margolis (Copyright pending)
Stories matched by memories, memories of youth
It seems the recollections were the providence of truth
Then they took you back the mountains did, I felt that day of days
When everything just stopped, I stood just starring far away
Now you’re standing in the Winds by the river of your dreams
And I can’t tell the difference if it’s you or if it’s me
It’s the middle of the summer, a time I didn’t know
That the Cottonwood will shed its seeds
A storm of summer snow
Over you, over you, over you, surrounding you
I stand in total blindness to the things I cannot see
Just reaching out in blackness to someone who looks like me
Each mirror you held in front of me the times that I looked down
It’s not that I was hiding just too scared of being found
You didn’t have to leave so soon, you knew my work’s not done
Here I’ll open up the window for some air a little sun
I’ll open up the wine and take Gorecki from the stack
If it’s fine with you I’ll sit and wait until you come on back
Evoking thoughts of wholeness with the passages of time
You laid the keys of privileges in front of my own eyes
Your stories matched my memories those fleeting tales of hell
I only wish the mountains could have waited just a spell
**some people might think getting caught in the swirling, whirling dervish of a Cottonwood tree seed avalanche is akin to finding heaven, prompting one to dance under the Big Sky.**
*Title is derived from an essay Terry wrote for Working with Piaget.
Terry you came into our lives and gave each of us some wonderful memories to remember you by. I personally enjoyed all of our talks about your travels to Italy...(and yes "someday" I will travel there to see the homeland of my grandfather like you encouraged me to do so!) I also enjoyed all the visits to the farm and the history you taught us about Galena. Terry, you became a part of our "family" and we are forever greatful!
Thank you for all your advice and guidance over the years, I'll miss you my friend.
(one of the Sterling girls)
From IN MEMORIUM
I held in truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
But who shall forecast the years
And find in loss a gain to match?
Or reach a hand through time to catch
The far-off interest of tears?
Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drowned
Let Darkness keep her raven gloss.
Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss,
To dance with Death, to beat the ground,
Than that victor Hours should scorn
The long result of love, and boast,
“Behold the man who loved and lost,
But all he was is overworn.”
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods;
I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfettered by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blessed,
The heart that never plighted troth,
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most—
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
It has been days since I received news of Terry's tragic death. As I experience my sense of profound loss, my heart goes out to the many who also have lost Terry's presence in their lives. I think of Wendy, and others who were part of Terry's close family. One of the very best things about my 23 years in Chicago was meeting and becoming friends with Terry and Wendy. I have read 7 pages in this Guest Book and Terry is everything everyone has said. And more. It has been 10 years since I left Chicago, but Terry has been in my mind and heart, as a constant source of inspiration, on several levels. It is my hope, and promise to myself, that his presence will remain with us, and from what his life was about, and how he lived it, some comfort will be found, and his legacy will continue to inform action.
I have been out of town and just learned of your loss. My deepest sympathy, I will keep you in my prayers.
Maureen Maple Clinical Trial RN. Breast Program
TOMORROW AT DAWN
(a poem by Victor Hugo)
Tomorrow morn, what time the fields grow white,
I shall set off; I know you look for me,
Across the forest's gloom, the mountain height:
I can no longer dwell away from thee.
I'll walk with eyes upon my thoughts intent,
Hearing no outer noise, seeing no sight;
Alone, unknown, hands clasped, and earthward bent,
Sad, and the day for me shall be as night.
On evening's golden hues I shall not gaze,
Nor on the vessels that to Harfleur come;
But my quest o'er, upon thy grave shall place
A wreath of holly green, and heather bloom.
IT'S A POEM TERRY SENT ME IN 96.
IT EXPRESSES WHAT I FEEL IN THIS MOMENT.
ONE DAY IT WILL BE A BALLET FOR HIM.
I'LL MISS HIM FOREVER: TERRY CHANGED MY LIFE.
I'M WITH YOU, WHO LOVES HIM.
Dear Dr. Recant,
I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I did not know your husband, but I did know how much you loved him. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Terry was a wonderful man, and we will miss him sorely. He contributed enormous energy, wisdom, and good effort to the Piaget Society, and he was a good person and friend.
My sympathies are with you during this difficult time.
My contact with Terry was limited to a few Jean Piaget Society conferences, and one visit to the Chicago area. Still, I will miss him terribly whenever I return to a JPS event.
It was Terry who encouraged and inspired me to translate a book by Jean Piaget. His work has set the standard for all of us who have done that exacting work. It will continue to set the standard for many years to come.
Terry gained and deserved our admiration both for his academic work and for the person he was. The tragedy this week is one in which we are all losers. Yet what Terry set for us was a fine example of rare distinction, and in this we are all in his considerable debt.
As a person, Terry was so good to be with. I first met him at the 1990 JPS conference in Philadelphia. He wore a high-class suit - and did he wear it well! He had arranged for a band of translators to meet at a restaurant with a decent menu but relaxed in style. His was a smart mind with an enviable capacity to ask good questions and make astute comments. These were often expressed either as befits a man on the range from Wyoming or at a level well above the standard in academe today. Wit and charm were in abundance. To be in his company was to be made to feel special, effortlessly and with ease, but without artifice. At the 1994 JPS in Chicago, Terry arranged for some "internationals" to enjoy the delights of an Italian meal in the Loop - a delight I well remember, though not alas the particular year of the Barolo that Terry negotiated with the Maitre D'. Last year at a bar in Chicago was, for me, the finest couple of hours with Terry at his convivial best. To top that, he had a copy of a recently published French book included in which were three short papers on "Reason" written by Jean Piaget in 1980. We talked about what could be done with them. Terry was tied up. But I reckoned this was something I could take on. His parting line to me last year was fateful - "We should do this more often".
Yes - we are all in Terry's considerable debt. I for one miss him dearly.
More than a PS:
I had the pleasure of meeting Terry in Chicago and, one year ago, when he came to the Lake District with Kishore. He was indeed a very special person who made me feel special too. I join with Les in sending our sincere sympathy to Wendy and his many friends and family.
Terry, You will always be remembered for your genle and extremely kind nature.
I still remember the "little walk" up that mountain in your farm, always reassuring that its only a few more steps to get to the top! With Love and affection,shri
It was great knowing you , Terry! You were a kind and gentle person.
" GONE , BUT NOT FORGOTTEN!"
Your Love and Kindness will always be remembered!
I knew Terry mostly from his scholarly work. Terry introduced me to the fine art of translation and one of my fondest memories was visiting your farm, with Edith Ackermann, to work on a project there together. I can only echo what others have written and say that Terry made a deep impression on me. He had such a refined understanding of so many things, and had so many different interests—from scientific research to clinical practice to the arts (and those are only the ones I heard about). He was kind to everyone I ever saw him interact with, with a delicate sense of what to say to people and how his words might be understood. His life will always remain a model for me of how to live life fully. My thoughts are with you, Wendy, at this terribly sad time.
I will always treasure Dr Brown's honesty, smiles & friendship. I am very greatful to have known such a great person. My family and I send our deepest sympathys. He will be missed dearly.
Dear Dr. Recant,
You are in my thoughts. Please accept my condolescences.
Dear Dr. Recant,
I am very sorry about your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Mel and I are SO sorry for your loss. Although we never met Terry, it was clear from knowing you how much he meant to you, and how much you enjoyed your life together. And all the animals! My all time favorite story is the Bacon Dog story - how funny, and how kind, that he gave the poor stray the whole package of bacon as he cooked it because she stood there and looked hungry at him! I never forgot that story, or the impression it gave of him as a compassionate man. Please know, that if there is anything Mel or I can do, just let us know. Our hearts are with you.
My prayers are with you.
Take care and be strong...
Thank you so much for opening your heart and allowing us to share in the magnificent sorrow all of us feel in the wake of Terry's passing. I did not think that there was life after Terry, but I guess there is. He was "Papa" to all. My family is deeply indebted to his years of endless patience, his great wisdom, gentle guidance, and his great wish that we all be happy. The hole that has been blown through our hearts is as great as the solar system, but knowing that this sacred space exists is a tremendous blessing and source of comfort.
Vijay and Bapu, thank you for maintaining this site.This will get me and all who come here through this time of grieving.
My thoughts, prayers, and affection to all who love and mourn for Terry Brown.
Julia Margolis(one of 'The Margoli' as Terry affectionally referred to the members of my family--he saw all 5 of us)
Dear Dr. Recant,
All of us in IHC were very sorry to hear of your husbands passing. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Julie Leanse, Dorothy Kane, Yougen Wang and Randy Dellorto
I had the pleasure of meeting Terry on two occasions, once at the farm in Galena and again at a Christmas dinner party. He impressed me as man of knowledge and one who truly embraced and enjoyed the study of the human experience. He was warm and entertaining during the visits we shared. I know he will be deeply missed by those were fortunate to know him more intimately than I. My deepest sympathy to all those who loved him and whom he loved.
Dear Dr. Recant,
I am very sorry to hear of your loss. Please accept my sincere condolence.
Dear Dr. Recant:
I am deeply saddened by the news. Can hardly imagine what you have been going through these days. Although I will not be able to come to the service, my thoughts and prayers are with you.
Terry had a brilliant intellect, great emotional depth, a gentle personality and a giving heart. Elegant yet unpretentious, he had seemingly unlimited talent, style and insight.
I cannot overstate the influence he had on my life. Any success I may ever achieve I owe to him.
My deepest condolences to all who loved him.
Hello again Wendy, we were very sorry to hear about Terry's accident earlier this week. Our thoughts and prayers are with you at this trying time.
You may recall that the first time we all met was somewhere in north Chicago in 1978 when you created the wonderful "roast suckling pig" experience for us all and Terry provided what seemed like an endless supply of great wines to accompany each delicious course - starters, main, salad, dessert and 'afters'. Needless to say my recollection of the period immediately afterwards is somewhat confused. However our meeting was the start of a very good friendship and we will miss him dearly.
Take care Wendy - we will be thinking of you.
Best wishes, Peter & Renuka Coghlan
We were so sorry to hear of Terry's death. We had been looking forward to seeing you both in August. Cheryl and I were happy we had the chance to get reacquainted with Terry and family at Mary's memorial in Pinedale. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Love, Gary and Cheryl (Cousin to Terry)
Many Blessings to you during this time of sorrow. Sorry I am unable to come to the service but you are in my prayers. Jewell
Dear Dr. Recant:
I am very sorry about your loss. Please accept my and my family's sympathy. I know comfort will only come with time. I wish you the best and I am sure that all your former residents and fellows, no matter where they go, will be thinking of you.
Words can't express the sadness.
He will always live in our hearts.
Thank you both for everything. Love, Rosemary
To Wendy and close friends of Terry,
Although I cannot claim to have known him well enough personally, it is clear to see that he was well loved and will be truly missed. My deepest sympathy to you.
My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Dr Recant, I am very sorry for your loss. You are in my thoughts.
Within a few hours of the accident, I learned of Terry's death through a telephone call from Kishore, his long term dear friend. I met Terry and Wendy through Kishore during my visits to the farm in Galena. They were all very kind and generous hosts. I know Terry was deeply loved and will be sadly missed. My condolences to all who loved him.
Dear Dr. Recant, I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I am thinking of you and wishing you well.
I had only met Mr. Brown once, but he managed to make a big impression on me. From what I understand, he has done a lot for many people. It is a sad loss.
Terry was my great friend and companion as well as challenging me intellectually. He was a perfectionist and did everything perfectly. He could out cook Julia Child. He was a man of vast knowledge, a truly Rennaisance Man.Iwill miss him for ever.
My Prayers and Condolences are with you at this very difficult time. God Bless You and Your Family
Dear Dr. Recant, I am very sorry to hear about the loss of your husband. Remember that you are not alone during this trying time. My prayers are with you.
I was deeply saddened to hear of Terry's passing, and my thoughts are with you all. The first time I recall meeting Terry was back in the winter of 1988 - at my 8th birthday party, when he stopped off on his way back from ‘the Everest expedition’; but it was only during the summers my brother and I spent at the Farm over the following decade that I came to know him well.
One of his great abilities was teaching, he would often spend much time passing on his culinary skills including French and Italian cuisine, baking, wine tasting, and there were ofcourse some skills that I haven’t used again like; ‘indoor blueberry pie guerrilla warfare’ and ‘how to chase a horse around a field for 4 hours in the hot sun!’
Terry was an enlightened individual, and one of the few who have really influenced my way of thinking. A true polymath, he will be greatly missed, but he will be remembered.
Je lève mon verre pour toi, une dernière fois mon vieil ami.
Wendy and Andy,
Please accept the sincerest condolences of all of us in the 3520 community. Terry was a valued member of our association, and we mourn his loss greatly.
I am so sorry to hear of your loss.
Although I did not know terry personally, I am very saddened to hear of Terry's passing. My association with Terry was limited to the knowledge of his help and importance in my daughters world.He will be missed
I am so very sorry for your loss, my thoughts are with you during your time of grief. I hope many happy memories of your years together help you through this difficult time.
My deepest sympathy for the loss of your precious husband - just before the nicest times to come.
I am keeping you and your family in my prayers. God Bless You!
Dear Dr. Recant,
I am so sorry and deeply saddended. We want you to know that at this time of grave loss, your former residents are thinking of you.
We are deeply saddened by the loss of Terry. He was a great human being. Our prayers, and thoughts are with you during the difficult times.
Dear Wendy, We are so sorry to hear of Terry's death. He was one of the shining stars of our family. Mom always proudly displayed his books and would laugh and say "I don't even understand the title" Even though we did not see you two often, you were always in our hearts. We hope to see you in the future to share our memories. If you return to Wyoming please let us know, we would love to see you again.Love Jane and Sarah(cousins)
I am so sorry for your loss. Know that we are all thinking of you at this time.
Those most full of life leave us all the more sad with their passing. As my Dad pointed out many years ago, it takes a special person to be as equally comfortable among Wyoming cowboys as world-renowned scholars. I guess it says more about who he was as a person that those same people felt comfortable around him. Although many of us in the family were proud to talk about his accomplishments he would have been the last to acknowledge them.
Terry had a way of making everyone he encountered feel special for having met him. Aside from his good sense of humor, I will remember him most for the calm, gentle, and loving way he treated the women of my family the last time I saw him at a family reunion in Wheatland Wyoming.
We have all lost one of those special people we are fortunate to come across in life.
Russell Ferree (Son of Carole Ferree)
Although I did not know him well, I am very saddened to hear of Terry's passing. My association with Terry was limited to brief interactions at meetings, a scholarly collaboration, and my reading his work. Terry had a brilliant mind, a kind heart, and a deep enthusiasm for ideas. I admired and respected him, and feel a deep sense of loss. I extend my deepest condolences to his family and friends.
It hurts to be so far away from you at such a sad time. Our loving thoughts are with you. You had better open one of those Margauxs.
Marie and Trevor
You have my deepest condolences.
Dr. Recant -
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family in this time of loss.
Cheryl and I are deeply saddened to hear of the loss of Terry. He was a great cousin, and know he will be missed. He has left the family with years of memories.
Our prayers, thoughts and sympathy are with you during this difficult time.
Sincerely, Jack Kuiper & Cheryl (Cousin to Terry)
We are so sorry to hear the sad news about Terry. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and the family.
It was so nice seeing him at Dad's birthday party in April.
I will fondly remember how he would always make us laugh during family activities.
My deepest sympathy. Terry was among the most brilliant human beings I knew well and I appreciated greatly. I will miss him as a dear friend. Wendy you are my thoughts.
Dear Dr. Recant:
We are deeply sad for your loss. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Sunati and Bibhuti
We are so sorry for your loss. You are in our thoughts.
Wendy-I wanted to express my condolences on this horrible tragedy. I'm so sorry. Greg
Both of you made quite an impression on me as a little girl at Ruth and Wallace's house in Wheatland. I will remember Terry for his love of life and adventure and what he taught me about dance and the Himalayas.
May peace and love fill your heart.
Kathy Kuiper-Dobbin (Jack's daughter)
So sorry to hear about your loss. You are in my thoughts during this very difficult time.
Love, Liz Jensen
My thoughts are with you at this time.
Terry was among the most brilliant human beings I knew well and the most kind, gentle and humanistic American I knew. I and my family greatly miss him from an extremely small group of people we call friends.
Dear Dr. Recant,
I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I am thinking of you and wishing you well.
I am very sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Terry was a great man.
He will be dearly missed.
My deepest sympathy. You are in my thoughts and prayers. your friend, tere zdunek
There is an empty place in the hearts of every one who knew Terry. He was a very special guy & and great cousin. You are in our thoughts, Wendy.
I feel your anguish.