IN AN area he loved, we farewell a man of immense personal courage, spiritual resilience and a wonderful, warm human being.
We remember how Terry Bowden faced, for much of his life, terrible adversity which few human beings are asked to face.
We search to remember a time when we complained of his lot (as well he might have) but remember only that he never complained or asked ‘why me?'
Terry's years of quadriplegia should logically have been impossibly tragic.
Yet, in many ways, they were years that were glorious and uplifting to many.
They should have been years of darkness, despair and depression yet they were, in some ways, years of serenity and optimism.
He fought the good fight down through these last 41 years.
Whilst he had the great love and support of his family and friends, many of the battles he fought, he inevitably had to fight alone.
All of this required a great deal of personal courage and he had plenty of that.
Someone once said “courage is the greatest of human virtues because it is the one that guarantees all others”.
Nothing could be truer in Terry's case.
Terry would not wish us to be maudlin about, or absorbed by, his circumstances.
He had long since come to an acceptance of his situation and had concentrated on making the most of his options.
To understand these years of trial and his reaction to them, we should go back to the beginning and the life forces that shaped him.
Terry was born 71 years ago on Anzac Day to Arthur and Alice Bowden.
His Dad was widely known as ‘Yub' and was Mine Host of the Marburg Hotel.
He had five sisters, Carole, Marie, Jann, Paulene and Michele and two brothers, Kevin and Danny.
Kevin and Terry shared a very close bond. Kevin passed away prematurely in 1993.
Terry was laid to rest in the company of his mother, father and Kevin at Woodlands Cemetery.
He went to Boarding School at Downlands College in 1953.
One of his great joys in recent years was to follow the activities of his old classmates and to reminisce on schoolboy activities.
With his laid back, laconic approach to things, he was a popular school figure, a splendid cricketer and he captained the First XI in 1958.
His best friend at school was Dermot Tiernan (captain of the First XV) and they remained close friends till Derm's tragic death at Murgon many years back.
Terry and his wife Anne were married in 1968 and their daughter, Sarah, was born in late 1969.
After his accident just a couple of months later, Anne cared for him at home for 25 years until a deteriorating back problem required him to relocate to ‘Nowlanvil' at Flinders View.
The hallmarks of Terry's life were his courage, his resilience and his spiritual commitment. He was a very resourceful, practical and physically able man with a solution to every issue and adept at achieving an outcome.
As we say goodbye to Terry, we remember above all else the supreme example of love, support and commitment which you have exhibited over these last 40 years.
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