The first time I saw Terry Run was on a dark, lonely highway in rural New Brunswick at 4:30 in the morning. Although I…
Stories of Hope
I was 4 when Terry started his run. My brothers and I would run to the TV every time we heard his commercial and we called him Run, Terry, Run. I loved him so much. When his funeral was on TV, my Mom was too sad to watch it. I was 5 and sat by myself and watched his funeral. ? I was thrilled last summer to see his statue in St John’s. He’s very special to me and has a place in my heart.
April 8, 2018
