Memorial for Terry Lee Bayne
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Born in Lebanon, Oregon on Dec. 13, 1940
Departed on Feb. 24, 2010 and resided in Portland, OR.
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Wednesday, Mar. 3, 2010
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Last Monday, Feb. 22, 2010-a warm early spring afternoon; Terry, his ever faithful dog Clyde and I, went fishing on the Willamette River channel. Fishing was truly one of his greatest loves. While it was very early in the "season", it was a great day to be on the river. Upon first meeting Terry, he proclaimed he was going to "hunt and fish the rest of my life". He did just that! Sadly this afternoon would be his last fishing trip.
Living on Sauvie Island in many ways was Terry's little slice of Shangri-La. Within a few minutes, Terry could be sliding his boat off the trailer into the Willamette River channel. It may have been pitch black outside but time to get in the water and ready for a day of fishing for "springers".
There were the bald eagle nests we would watch throughout the year. The spring mating season had begun and many mornings would bring the screeching calls of the eagles as they readied their nests and courted their mates. Or the noise from fields full of geese, blue heron, snow geese, various ducks, swans etc. which lay right outside the front door. Terry would light a fire in the pit on the patio and we would enjoy our morning coffee while listening to the sound of nature and the fog horns of the ships traveling up and down the Columbia River.
Terry was the person everyone looked to for a smile and good word. Even when he was feeling tired, he wouldn't put off the chance to help someone else, to make things better or easier for them or to cheer them up with a corny joke. Everyone knew Terry was around when he would bellow out a laugh. It was a very rare occasion when he wasn't able to crack a smile and his crystal blue eyes would sparkle.
If the fishing had been really kind, he would come home and quickly clean the fish, cut the meat into fillets and then start the rounds. He would make sure anyone who had not gotten a piece of fish "the last time", would be sure to get some the next.
Even during the grueling period of chemotherapy, we made numerous trips down to Winchester Bay on the south-central Oregon coast. There one could have the thrill of attempting to land a fish as well as keep your balance while riding the waves that were created by the large rock jetty walls. In many ways these fishing trips seemed to strengthen his resolve and ease the fatigue. We would be on the water as long as light and weather would allow.
Beating odds, within six months, Terry had gotten through the chemotherapy for Stage 4 T Cell Lymphoma and as of the last day of December 2009, he was "clean". It was time to get things ready for the up coming spring salmon fishing season.
Those of us blessed to have known and loved Terry, there is a deep sense of loss. But Terry would not have wanted the sadness of loss to last long. He would not want anyone to miss the chance to have a good day. He lived life fully, laughed heartily and loved sincerely.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
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