Terence
was my brother in law... the best father and husband that I've
ever known. He left behind a beautiful wife and 3 wonderful sons.
He will never be forgotten. -- Chris Speicher (Brother)
From
NY Times, Nov 16, 2001 'The Friend Collector' The life of Terence
McShane, so full and so brief, could be measured by his friendships.
There were the buddies from Sts. Cyril and Methodius parish, St.
Anthony's High School, lifeguarding, Siena College, rugby, his
decade as a New York police officer, and the two years he spent
as a city firefighter. "Terence was still friendly with guys he
went to nursery school with," said his older brother, Kieran.
"He'd bump into someone and start talking, and I'd say, `Who was
that?' " "Some girl I went to third grade with," he would answer.
What drew people to him? Maybe it was the way he had mastered
the art of drawing the best from small moments. Take
one of his approaches to fatherhood: pushing a kids-packed stroller
while in-line skating. Shirtless. Along Montauk Highway. Mr. McShane,
37; his wife, Cathy; and their three children B the oldest of
whom is 7 B had been living at a relative's house while their
home in West Islip, on Long Island, underwent a wholesale renovation.
And when he disappeared in the firestorm of Sept. 11, the Buddies
of McShane banded together to finish the job. Cathy McShane was
back at the house a couple of weeks ago, preparing it for her
family's first night there in months, when four men in uniform
appeared at the door with the awful but welcome news: they had
found her beloved Terence's remains. "I told everyone all along
that I didn't want to come back to the house without him," she
said. "And in a way, I didn't." -- Anon ()
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