They did it their way, they died with dignity and peace
MOST Mondays, Terry Law and I shared a golf cart. We were part of a regular foursome who played in the Monday Club at various courses across the Sunshine Coast.
Sometime during the afternoon he'd reach into his little Esky and pull out four bread rolls - often ham and cheese, sometimes roast beef and pickles; always delicious.
His wife Jenny made them each Monday morning, and Terry happily shared them with us - his mates.
He was a good player. For a 74-year-old, he hit the ball a long way, though he constantly complained about how his handicap was creeping out.
He loved fishing, boating and travelling with Jenny in his caravan.
For all we knew, the biggest problem in his life was missing putts that he assured us were once child's play.
But, obviously, we knew nothing.
Sometime, on Thursday of last week, in their retirement villa at Chancellor Park, he and Jenny took their own lives.
They'd planned it all in minute detail - the disposal of their assets, the arrangements for their cremation, where their ashes would be scattered; everything.
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Terry spent Thursday afternoons helping his good friend Anthony Edwards in his golf store.
Early last week, according to stories that emerged over the past few days, Jenny rang and apologised that Terry wouldn't be in on Thursday.
They never told a soul about their plans.
Perhaps they knew if they did, their friends would have tried desperately to talk them out of it.
Terry had cancer - something else he had kept to himself - and we now know doctors hadn't given him long to live.
Jenny, the love of his life, had been an outstanding endurance swimmer and runner, and had competed successfully in triathlons until quite recently.
But a painful back complaint had put an end to that, and to the boat excursions she and Terry had so enjoyed.
Their lives were wrapped up in each other; and, clearly, they saw no worthwhile future in living on, in pain, and alone.
So they went together - peacefully, arm in arm, their heads resting on each other's shoulders.
The friends they left behind are desperately sad - but that doesn't really come into it; the sorrow will eventually fade.
What will remain is the knowledge that Terry and Jenny did it their way; that they died in peace, with courage and dignity; and that theirs was a love story for the ages.