Clearwater, MN
July 24, 1962 – December 19, 2021
Terry Lee Brockman, age 59, of Clearwater, MN, died Sunday, December 19, 2021 at his home after a long battle with cancer.
A celebration of life service will be held for Terry in the summer of 2022. Funeral arrangements were made by Benson Funeral Home, St. Cloud, MN.
Terry Lee Brockman was born July 24th, 1962 in Grand Junction, Colorado to Dorothy and Art Brockman. His mother originally hoped to name him Pepe Renee, but luckily his father's wisdom prevailed. Terry spent his younger years surrounded by good friends; Terry Cook was his earliest buddy. One legendary adventure was being detained by the Pinkertons for throwing rocks at the hobos on the trains. Apparently, Terry had a naughty streak at an early age. When Terry entered Junior High he fell in with a group of dorky, nerdy boys: John Lesher, Stacy Samuelson, John Erskine, Bruce Kronkright, and Felix "Mad Dog" Murphy. Mrs Brockman affectionately christened this rag tag, semi-feral boy-herd to be "The Boneheads". And the name has stuck ever since.
The Boneheads loved and fought like brothers, and enjoyed amazing times together... fishing, Dungeons and Dragons, hunting, hiking, epic whiffle ball games, late night poker, full-contact skiing, drive-in movies, watching Star Wars 17 times in one year, camping trips, cruel practical jokes, exploring abandoned coal mines, playing softball, fixing cars, tackle snow football, and attending rock concerts. When it came to the Boneheads, Terry's motto was "NOTHING SAFE, NOTHING SACRED".
Terry was the mechanic of the group and always had a love affair with old cars, including a Hudson Hornet, Buick Roadmaster and "Rosebud", his cherished red '49 Chevy pickup. Terry played electric guitar and was insistent that the Boneheads form a rock band. That plan failed.
Terry tried his hand at writing fiction stories, writing a detective novella about "Nick Dawson, Private Investigator". Terry and Beth later named their son Nick after this beloved character.
Eventually Terry met and married the love of his life, Beth. After a couple of years, Terry and Beth moved from Grand Junction to pursue Terry's career. They ended up in Clearwater, MN where they bought an old Catholic church to live in with their son, Nicholas. Terry joined a biker group and became “Ratcollector”, one of the “Uncles of Agony” as well as an honorary member of the GOTF. He enjoyed many rides and adventures with buddies Baz, LRT, Jeff & Renee, PFunky, Slick, Roadcat, Rake, Landman, Twolfman, Red & Kate and many more! He loved the wind in his hair, the sun on his face and all the fresh air smells you can only take in while riding.
In addition to riding with the boys, Terry enjoyed Cowboy Action Shooting as Lincoln Debeaux, Geocaching, watching Star Trek and telling “misty past” stories with his family and friends. He enjoyed collecting antiques, trying out new breweries, taking long drives to very small towns and phone conversations with his “brother cousin” Ralph. Terry worked at Pouchtec/Kent Precision Food Groups where he loved his job and the people he worked with. Terry was always appreciative of family and friends and the entire “village” that helped to care for him.
Terry is survived by his “forever love” wife Beth, his sidekick and “more mature than both of us” son Nicholas and his fur kitties Rudy and Holly.
The cancer was brutal but Terry made the most of his 9 lives, he even had a collision with a train, which gave him a cool scar and great story (after the healing was done). The cancer took his hair (which gave him room for another tattoo) but it never took his sense of humor, his strength or his love of life, family, friends and cheap beer.
My Hunny Bunny, we will meet again at the Streets of Gold Brewery by the Tree of Life. Until then, “I love you more cuz I’m smaller so it’s concentrated”. Always.
