I just found out a few minutes ago that you passed on last year and I'm. . .strangely shocked. I rarely ever get shocked anymore. For a good chunk of my growing up, we lived behind each other, literally, in the Whitehall section. I thought you were a nice, friendly, bright, somewhat moody and very beautiful girl. Except for an occasional bratty moment or two on my part, we got along very well as neighbors and classmates.
After high school, you went your way and I went mine. Your family moved away sometime during our college years. After I came back from California and was living in the family home again, I would occasionally walk in the backyard, look down the hill at your old home, and wonder whatever became of you and your family. You and your step-sister, Lynne, were a part of my growing up.
It always seems to hurt more when a piece of your childhood and adolescence disappears. We're always trying to hold on to that part of our lives, largely, I suspect, because it always felt so brief. It just came and went and suddenly we're 'grown-ups'.
Terry, I hope you had a great life while you were here. If it turns out that I only saw 'the good stuff that you wanted the world to see', then I hope your afterlife is full of beauty, light, fun, endless fascination, along with inner peace and tranquility.
In other words, the Terry Allen that I knew when we were just kids.
I knew Teresa only in passing in the hallways of school. Her passing is hard to take. For some reason she always said hi to me in the hallway. At the time, I could not understand why anyone would say hi to me, but it did make me feel good. Teresa, you will never be forgotten.
Everone remembers their first love, and Terry was mine. Our first date was a Chicago concert in the Fall of 1976. I lived in Kenilworth and she lived in Whitehall. I would ride my bike or even walk that distance to be with her. Beautiful and much smarter than me, we stayed together (there were some "break ups") until I had to move away before my Senior year to West Virginia. She did come to the Homecoming dance at my new school, but by that time, she was dating Ken Lopez, a friend of mine and fellow BHS '79er. It took me years to get over her. Terry and Ken went to William and Mary together and eventually married. Terry struggled with addiction for many years after BHS. We kept in touch over the years and finally met again in person in the Fall before her passing when we went to a Redskins game together. I credit Facebook with reigniting our friendship in that we were communicating again. Terry was living in Bel Air, MD, helping others who were struggling with addiction. Terry was clean of drugs when I saw her and I believe she was clean when she died. My feeling is the many years of drug use wore out her body and even though she was clean, it had taken it's toll on her. Teresa left 3 children, including Alex, her son with Ken Lopez.
Todd Mars
I just found out a few minutes ago that you passed on last year and I'm. . .strangely shocked. I rarely ever get shocked anymore. For a good chunk of my growing up, we lived behind each other, literally, in the Whitehall section. I thought you were a nice, friendly, bright, somewhat moody and very beautiful girl. Except for an occasional bratty moment or two on my part, we got along very well as neighbors and classmates.
After high school, you went your way and I went mine. Your family moved away sometime during our college years. After I came back from California and was living in the family home again, I would occasionally walk in the backyard, look down the hill at your old home, and wonder whatever became of you and your family. You and your step-sister, Lynne, were a part of my growing up.
It always seems to hurt more when a piece of your childhood and adolescence disappears. We're always trying to hold on to that part of our lives, largely, I suspect, because it always felt so brief. It just came and went and suddenly we're 'grown-ups'.
Terry, I hope you had a great life while you were here. If it turns out that I only saw 'the good stuff that you wanted the world to see', then I hope your afterlife is full of beauty, light, fun, endless fascination, along with inner peace and tranquility.
In other words, the Terry Allen that I knew when we were just kids.
Larry Hartzell
I knew Teresa only in passing in the hallways of school. Her passing is hard to take. For some reason she always said hi to me in the hallway. At the time, I could not understand why anyone would say hi to me, but it did make me feel good. Teresa, you will never be forgotten.
Jim Stallings
Everone remembers their first love, and Terry was mine. Our first date was a Chicago concert in the Fall of 1976. I lived in Kenilworth and she lived in Whitehall. I would ride my bike or even walk that distance to be with her. Beautiful and much smarter than me, we stayed together (there were some "break ups") until I had to move away before my Senior year to West Virginia. She did come to the Homecoming dance at my new school, but by that time, she was dating Ken Lopez, a friend of mine and fellow BHS '79er. It took me years to get over her. Terry and Ken went to William and Mary together and eventually married. Terry struggled with addiction for many years after BHS. We kept in touch over the years and finally met again in person in the Fall before her passing when we went to a Redskins game together. I credit Facebook with reigniting our friendship in that we were communicating again. Terry was living in Bel Air, MD, helping others who were struggling with addiction. Terry was clean of drugs when I saw her and I believe she was clean when she died. My feeling is the many years of drug use wore out her body and even though she was clean, it had taken it's toll on her. Teresa left 3 children, including Alex, her son with Ken Lopez.