Terrance Charles Brennan

Terrance Charles Brennan was born April 8,

1957, in Burbank, California to an Irish, Canadian family of hockey players

Terry quickly

became a brother, and friend to all who

had the privilege of knowing him. His

impact on those around him was

immeasurable, and it's often said, but in

Terry's case, it couldn't be truer: to know

him was indeed to love him.

Terry was a master storyteller. He could

effortlessly weave a tale, his voice filled

with humor and heart, (he could produce an

Irish brogue on command)-delivered with

a mischievous smile and a playful lift of his

eyebrow-would bring you to your knees.

His stories were always delivered with a

warmth and authenticity that made you

feel as though you were right there with

him on one of his adventures.

For decades, Terry canvassed the streets of

Santa Barbara and Carpinteria, sharing his

infectious sense of humor, generosity, and

his huge heart with all who crossed his

path. A visit to the local pub often meant an

embrace from Terry, a radiant smile, and a

sense of belonging. When Terry shone his

light on you, it was as if the warmth of the

sun was wrapped around you. He had the

rare gift of making everyone feel special

and loved.

It was under the California sun, with the

shimmer of the ocean in the background,

that Terry discovered his love for surfing as a

little boy. It's said that he learned to ride

the waves on the back of a discarded door

found in his Burbank garage. Surfing

became a passion, a part of his soul, as

much as the spirit of Santa Barbara itself.

Terry was a giant in every sense of the

word. Tall and lanky, with strong hands that

shaped stone and wood into works of art,

his craftsmanship graced some of the most iconic

residences in Santa

Barbara including Lotusland and the Santa

Barbara Courthouse. A gifted artist and

painter Terry's works of art evoke a feeling

of the old California he so deeply loved.

A true surf legend, Terry was a lover of

Aussie Shepherds, music, a good read, old

movies, vinyl, a Tom Waits' guitar solo,

the surfboard icon Reene Yater and his trusted Rover. Father

to the late Tristan Brennan, and stepsons Ronnie and Josh Brennan, it was this role

in life that Terry held most dear.

Terry instilled a love of hockey in his sons, bringing the sport locally to Carpinteria.





The Press Room became

his second home The Rafferty family his family. Terry's Raddon boat his ticket

to Hollister Ranch and the islands, and

Santa Barbara, his true love.

Terry will be profoundly missed by all who

knew him. His laugh, his spirit, and his

kind, open heart will live on in every story

shared, every wave ridden, and in the

memories of those who were lucky enough

to call him a friend.

As Terry liked to say and in the words of the

immortal Dr. Suess, "Don't be sad because

it's over, smile because it happened"

Godspeed Terry

Terry is survived by his step sons John and Ronnie Brennan, his sisters Debbie and Nancy, countless cousins, nephews and nieces. Terry was preceeded in death by his son Tristan, parents Charles and Germaine, brother Allan and sister Maureen.