The last jump I made with Terry was a rodeo at San Marcos. He loved jumping barefoot and tucked his flip-flops into his sweatshirt. They were gone when we landed.
I saw him about a year later in Oklahoma and he was nearly blind from Diabetes. I was surprised. When I asked him if he could see when we jumped together. He said "Not really, that's why we did a rodeo!" :)
You will fly on in the hearts and minds all who knew you.