| Location | Aberuthven |
| Age | 17 years |
| Date of Birth | 4/1988 |
| Date of Death | 12/2005 |
| Visitors | 5,136 since 30/10/2006 |
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This site was set up initially by Jennifer Paul, a good friend to Terry, and a great support to me
and the boys. Thanks Jenny, its greatly appreciated.
Terry died on 5th December 2005 in a tragic car accident aged 17 yrs. He was full of mischief,
funny, and loved by all the girls and he was never in!!! He was always out with his mates, (Boys
and Girls!) he had loads of them. He also had a way with all his mates mums as well, just a lovable
rogue.
He was an apprentice spraypainter with Donald Kirk Ltd, Perth. He loved his job and most of his
workmates.
He was a son that always made me laugh and was like my best friend. He could talk to me about
anything. How I miss those wee chats we had when he came in at nights once the wee 1's were in
bed.
He was the best big brother to Scott, Robert and Charlie. Charlie is like a mini Terry mind you, he
followed Terry everywhere , even although there was 13 yrs between them.
He is missed by everyone and we still hear stories about him and what he was up to, nearly a year
later!!! He certainly lived life to the full and his mates and family still keep his memory alive.
RIP Terry, there will never be another son like you. Special, thats what you were, and god
seemingly takes the special ones. Love you forever, will see you when its my time!!! Love Mum.
xxxx
A poem I received from Brenda Marshall, one of Terry's Bitches, mum:
ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS
A place in our Hearts
You'll Always Stay
An ENORMOUS Hurt That
Just.....Won't Go Away
We Hope In Time
We Find It Easier
To Think Of You
And Feel A Lot Less Pain
You Brought Us Fun
When We Were Glum
You Charmed The Mums
Now That Ain't Bad For One So Young
Your Death Knocked Our Lives
Right To The Core
So Sad We Won't Be
Seeing You No More.
RIP Terry J Inkster
26/04/88 - 05/12/05
Taken Away From This World So Young. The Angels Must Have Known That You Were Special. R.I.P And Look After All The Angels. Please Look After My Baby Girl Liked You Looked After Your Siblings When You Was Alive.
All My Thouhgt Go Out To Your Family And Friends x
Terry, I'm sure its you. We met at Lorna and Jaffa's wedding all those years ago. Theres not one day that goes by when i don't think about you and wished we could have kept in touch. I'll never forget playing the playstation with you and Scott in the back room of your grans house in Blackford, or dancing with you at the wedding and laughing during the rehearsal because of the bat flying around the roof, although the glances from our parents were enough to shut us up. Look after your mum and the guys yeah and know i'll never forget you. I love you
Hey Tez, been thinking about you alot today!! i really miss you... seems to of been hard this last week dunno why, thinking about u more than usual!! Hope ur doing ok, ul never be forgotten and ur always in my heart!!!
take care of ur mum and brothers!!! All my Love xxxxxxxxxxxx
The Bridge
by Joy Cowley
There are times in life
When we are called to be bridges
Not a great monument spanning a distance
And carrying loads of heavy traffic,
But a simple bridge to help one person from here to there
Over some difficulty such as pain, grief, fear, loneliness,
A bridge which opens the way for the ongoing journey.
When I become a bridge for another
I bring upon myself a blessing
For I escape from the small prison of self
And exist for the wider world
Breaking out to be a larger being
Who can enter another’s pain
And rejoice in another’s triumph.
I know of only one greater blessing in this life
And that is to allow
Someone else to be a bridge for me.
Thank you for being my bridge.XXX
Happy Biirthday!!
Happy Birthday Terry!! hope u had a brilliant time!! we all had a drink to you as always
TINA, SOMETHING I THINK YOUR TEZ WOULD SAY TO YOU. XXXXX
My Mum she tells alot of lies,
She never did before,
But from now until she dies,
she'll tell a whole lot more
Ask my Mum how she is,
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie,
Because she can't describe the pain,
Ask my Mum how she is,
She'll say i'm alright,
If thats the truth,then tell me,
Why does she cry at night'
Ask my Mum how she is,
She seems to cope so well,
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strenghth to yell,
Ask my Mum how she is,
I'm fine i'm well i,m coping,
For gods sake Mum just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken,
She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine,
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say i'm fine,
I am here in heaven,
I cannot hug from here,
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near,
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and i'll be bold,
I,ll say,'your lucky to get in here Mum'
With all the lies you told.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
The Pit of Grief
The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.
The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.
Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes, I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.
Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.
Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.
My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see, they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance, rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better, to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The 'person' who is emerging from the pit.
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ANOTHER DEVASTATED MAM
I HOPE YOUR SON AND MINE MEET UP AS MY ROBBIE WAS WELL LIKED JUST LIKE YOUR SON WAS AND I THINK THEY WOULD GET ON GREAT.MY SON WAS MY LIFE AND I MISS HIM SO MUCH.I HAVE BEEN LOOKING AT YOUR SITE AND YOUR SON WAS HANDSOME JUST LIKE MINE AND SOMEONE UP THERE TOOK THEM FROM US AND BROKE OUR HEARTS.I KNOW THE PAIN YOU ARE GOING THROUGH BECAUSE TO LOSE A CHILD IS THE WORST PAIN EVER.SAY HI TO THE REST OF TERRYS FAMILY FOR ME AS I WILL THINK OF YOU EVERY TIME I GO ON MY SONS PAGE
ANOTHER DEVASTATED MAM
I HOPE YOUR SON AND MINE MEET UP AS MY ROBBIE WAS WELL LIKED JUST LIKE YOUR SON WAS AND I THINK THEY WOULD GET ON GREAT.MY SON WAS MY LIFE AND I MISS HIM SO MUCH.I HAVE BEEN LOOKING AT YOUR SITE AND YOUR SON WAS HANDSOME JUST LIKE MINE AND SOMEONE UP THERE TOOK THEM FROM US AND BROKE OUR HEARTS.I KNOW THE PAIN YOU ARE GOING THROUGH BECAUSE TO LOSE A CHILD IS THE WORST PAIN EVER.SAY HI TO THE REST OF TERRYS FAMILY FOR ME AS I WILL THINK OF YOU EVERY TIME I GO ON MY SONS PAGE
for tina with loadsa love
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♥«´¨`•°THANK U °•´¨`»♥
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Although you are a friend of mine
and Candles we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
that we have never met.
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