On Sunday, October 25th, I received a phone call. One of my closest friends, Terry Venezia, passed away. It was sudden and unexpected. An avid bike rider, Terry was finishing his weekly 30 mile bike ride with his bike club. Terry wasn’t himself on that bike
ride. Whereas he would usually lead the pack, on that day he would struggle to keep up. As they were coasting toward home and with most guys already splitting their separate ways, Terry was struck by a massive heart attack. Medical help was on the scene almost immediately but was of no help. Terry is survived by his lovely wife Renee and his three beautiful children Jason, Jillian, and Ali.
Services were held in Los Angeles this past Friday. I was given the honor of presenting an eulogy for Terry—and several close friends of mine and Terry’s helped me prepare it. I will share the eulogy, as I want people to know what a special person Terry Venezia was—and I hope it helps people live their lives the way Terry lived his. Due to its length, I will break it into several blog posts.
The past week was one of reflection. Terry was one of our very best friends, and he was so for over 30 years. As I reflected, a revelation hit me. The most important months of my life were in the summer of 1980—the summer before Terry and my senior year of high school. Though I’d known Terry and the others in our group prior to then, I think it was that summer that so shaped my life. And Terry was a huge part of it.
That summer, Marty Panega and I began running with Terry, Mark Everett, Brian Strain, and Ron Bonfiglio as part of the cross country team. We were humbled by how good they were, especially Terry. We saw first hand their dedication and commitment. We were envious in what they had achieved. Our senior year, Marty and I joined the team—and this showed us even more how good Terry and the guys were.
The running was only a small reason that summer was important to me. Over that summer, our gang spent a ton of time together. We’d hang out at each other’s houses. We’d play baseball at the parks. We’d go to Aurellio’s and eat pizza. For me, that summer, more than any other period, was when I built the friendship bonds that I would lean on for the rest of my life.
Terry was a step ahead of me. He was more focused on grades, and it showed. Terry knew it was important to be in school activities—in addition to cross country, he was in track and even Key Club, which by the way he got me join as well. Terry knew what he wanted to be when he grew up—a lawyer. He knew how to get the girls to like him—and he always had a pretty girl friend. Terry was always part of the group’s social activities—and his house served as a central place for us. His hair was always combed and he was always dressed sharp.
Yep, Terry always had his act together. I admired this. And I was inspired by this. And as I reflected over this past week, I realized how much I owed Terry for who he was and for being a friend of mine all these years.