Terrance Wayne Hulke, affectionately known as Terry, passed away on March 25, 2025, at the age of 76. Born on February 7, 1949, Terry lived a life filled with quiet strength, love, and dedication to his family.
Terry had a deep passion for the simple pleasures in life. He could often be found working on his car, attending concerts, or fishing at his favorite spot on the lake in Wisconsin—a place where he found both solace and joy. He was a man who believed in the value of hard work, quiet moments, and the bonds of family. His steadfast love and support shaped the lives of everyone who knew him.
Terry’s greatest pride was his family. He leaves behind his beloved wife of 55 years, Sherry; his children, Greg and Samantha; and his cherished grandchildren, Tabbi and Joey. His love for them knew no bounds, and he leaves behind a legacy of kindness, support, and unwavering commitment.
Terry was a man of few words, but his strength and loyalty spoke volumes. He was a man who was always there when needed, offering both wisdom and warmth to those fortunate enough to be in his life. Though he may no longer walk among us, his spirit lives on in the hearts of his family, who will carry his memory forward.
Terry will be deeply missed, but his legacy of love and strength will endure for generations to come.
I knew Terry first as a fellow league bowler. Over the years he and I shared a strong friendship.
It was my privilege to bowl with Terry on many strong teams. He was a league champion. In clutch moments his power of concentration always came through. Ice water flowed in his veins.
He worked to improve my bowling game. I’ll miss his coaching advice. I’ll keep working on what he showed me.
Now, he’s at the big bowling tournament in the sky. Next time I hear thunder, I’ll know that Terry threw a strike.
I met Terry working at AMEX and he’s been the one to keep the dispersed clutch of co-workers meeting for lunch at the TeePee. I’ll miss him as you all will.
I knew Terry first as a fellow league bowler. Over the years he and I shared a strong friendship.
It was my privilege to bowl with Terry on many strong teams. He was a league champion. In clutch moments his power of concentration always came through. Ice water flowed in his veins.
He worked to improve my bowling game. I’ll miss his coaching advice. I’ll keep working on what he showed me.
Now, he’s at the big bowling tournament in the sky. Next time I hear thunder, I’ll know that Terry threw a strike.
I met Terry working at AMEX and he’s been the one to keep the dispersed clutch of co-workers meeting for lunch at the TeePee. I’ll miss him as you all will.