Terry Lee Brockman
Marriages
Beth Brockman
Obituaries
The Daily Sentinel page 4A - December 29, 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 24, 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, semiferal 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. He 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 and Renee,
PFunky, Slick, Roadcat, Rake, Landman, Twolfman,
Red and 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, he 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. He 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
nine 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.
