Introduction



My brother Terry, shortly before he went missing on December 18, 2001.



Ambiguous Loss:

The most stressful type of loss; a type of loss that lacks answers, is unclear, indeterminate and often goes unacknowledged.  

- Dr. Pauline Boss

 


This blog was written for all the people who have provided an incredible amount of emotional support to me over the years since my brother Terry went missing. 

I had originally intended on writing this as a book, but it got very complicated trying to get permissions, trying to fill in information gaps, and trying not to upset too many people. With a blog, I can easily update information or remove inaccuracies if any are discovered. I acknowledge that there are some members of my family who didn’t want this blog published. I think they are uneasy with my belief that Terry has passed away, and they are still hopeful that someday he will be found alive.

There was one point in time when I decided to scrap this effort. But shortly after I made that decision, my niece – Terry’s daughter – once again posted his “Missing” poster on Facebook on the anniversary of his disappearance. The response was nothing less than amazing. No one had any information to provide, but the post was shared again and again and the outpouring of sympathy was incredibly touching. Friends of mine from around the world not only shared the post but sent the kindest words of comfort, and let me know that they understood the anguish our family was going through because of the lack of information. And, like me and the rest of my family, they continue to wonder what happened.

For all those who have stood by me during this agonizing period, I have to inform you that we still don’t know what happened, but I want to share with you what I can. Some of you were by my side around time of the disappearance, and provided much-needed and much-appreciated emotional support. Most of you learned about my brother in later years, and you, too, have provided much-needed and much-appreciated emotional support. You have all been very understanding, and I hope this book allows you to understand even more what it is like to have a family member go missing, and to have so few answers.

"When Terry Went Missing" is from my perspective only, but I have included a number of emails from family members, including my brothers Ron and Mike who have passed away since Terry’s disappearance. 


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“In Canada, more than 95 percent of missing person cases are ‘resolved’.”

"Cold Case" Video from Saskatchewan RCMP:  https://youtu.be/iaWjzCLy6xA


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The Children of Gus and Rose



From oldest to youngest:

Daughter - 1945

Terence (1947 - Missing on December 18, 2001)

Son - 1948

Daughter - 1950

Loretta - 1953

Michael (1955 - August 24, 2017)

Ronald (1956 - December 21, 2014)

Daughter 1964

Christopher (1965 - July 3, 2000)

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Rosalie (Tomkow) Sagal: March 11, 1924 - December 22, 2010
August Louis Sagal: September 11, 1917 - June 12, 2010


The family over the years:











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An Uncelebrated Christmas

 

On the evening of December 20, 2001, I received a disturbing phone call from my youngest sister in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, telling me that our brother Terry was missing. At the time, Darrel and I were visiting our son and his wife-to-be in Red Deer, enjoying a brief get-together to celebrate the Christmas season. I was shocked and confused by the phone call and didn’t ask the right questions, so after sharing the news with Darrel, Dylan and Laura, and being unable to answer any of their questions, I realized I needed to call my sister and get more details.

I found out that Terry was last seen on December 18 at his home in Regina. My eldest sister was the last member of our family who talked to him. He had called her on her birthday, which was December 17.  She was going to have a small get-together at our parents’ house in Moose Jaw on that day, and invited Terry. My sister says he declined because he didn’t trust his car in the winter and didn’t want to take it on the highway. The call ended with the usual sweet sentiments and “Love you” sign-offs.

On December 19, my eldest sister received a call from Terry’s wife, Susan, who told my sister that Terry hadn’t returned home from a shopping trip the day before. (He needed a few ingredients for a cake he was going to bake, and also wanted to get a bottle of Scotch.) At my sister’s urging, Susan eventually informed the police.

I absorbed the information, which seemed to be lacking a lot of detail, and wondered what the next steps would be. In phone conversations with my family in Moose Jaw, I was alarmed that nothing was being done. Family members were moving forward with their Christmas plans and I think everyone believed that Terry was going to eventually return home.

I was nearly convinced that the situation was not alarming, until I suddenly felt cold all over and felt a searing pain in my heart. It was probably shock and panic, but I was convinced that Terry was projecting his cold and pain onto me. I crumbled into a heap and started sobbing frantically, and that was when Darrel, Dylan and Laura started to share my alarm.

The three of us talked about what steps we should take next. I again called my family in Moose Jaw but they didn’t share my alarm. They knew Terry better than I did because I had moved from Saskatchewan years before and didn’t make many trips home, so I thought that perhaps their knowledge gave them some insight to the situation.  In the meantime, Laura talked to some of her family and friends in Red Deer and they were more than willing to travel to Saskatchewan to conduct a search. I was amazed at their selflessness and kindness, but we decided we should wait until a formal search, if necessary, was arranged.

Darrel, knowing how frantic I was to look for Terry, suggested we go to Regina and conduct our own investigation. He was supposed to be at work as the acting head of his department on Monday, December 24, but made special arrangements so he could help me do whatever we could. Given that it was Christmas time, it was nearly impossible to change our flight reservations. West Jet was incredibly understanding and helpful, and managed to get our flights changed so that we would fly back to Ottawa from Regina on December 26 instead of from Calgary on December 22. We rented a car to get from Red Deer to Regina and were lucky to have good weather for our 800 kilometer drive.

After booking into our hotel room in Regina on December 22,  we drove in the rental car from Regina to Moose Jaw, just a forty-minute drive, and stopped by my eldest sister’s place to find out what she knew. It wasn’t much. But she made it clear that the family was moving forward with Christmas plans and no search was being arranged. Their calmness and optimism should have provided me with some comfort, but instead my panic started to bubble up. Darrel and I went back to Regina without stopping in to see the rest of the family, and with no plans to return to Moose Jaw that trip. Where I was convinced that Terry was in dire danger, it seemed my family might be thinking that he had taken off for some reason, but I really didn’t know what they were thinking. I simply knew that my panic was disturbing them.

At this point, this is what we knew:  Terry went shopping the morning of December 18 and did not return home. He left in Susan’s car. That evening, the abandoned car was found 160 kilometers away but not reported to the police until December 20. There was no evidence of foul play. Because of recently fallen snow, it was impossible to track where the driver went.

Over the next few days Darrel and I were busy. We met with the Regina Police to see what they were doing. We had recently heard some rumors about a Moose Jaw man being kidnapped and held prisoner in a basement in the seedier part of Regina, and we wondered if the police had searched that neighborhood. They assured us that they were looking into all possibilities, but didn’t have any information for us.

My brother Ron, who lived in Moose Jaw, made some “Missing” posters that Darrel and I would post around the part of town where Terry was last seen. Terry’s wife Susan provided us with an attractive studio photo of Terry, and Ron did a great job of designing and printing the posters.  He drove to Regina and met us in a coffee shop near our hotel, and we had an emotional moment sharing hugs and tears and whatever information any of us had been able to gather, which was really nothing.

The people in the neighborhood that we targeted were very cooperative and understanding. No one refused our request to put up the poster. We stopped at restaurants, a homeless shelter, a soup kitchen, the hospital, bus and air terminals, and a number of other places. Everyone took a good look at the photo and tried to remember if they had seen Terry in the last few days. And everyone was so sorry that they were unable to help. The homeless shelter allowed us to walk through the shelter and greet all the residents, in the off-chance that Terry had somehow become disoriented and ended up there. He hadn’t.

The workers at the soup kitchen provided surprising emotional support. The women, who were busy getting ready to put on a Christmas dinner for their clients, formed a circle with me and we joined hands while one of the women made an emotional appeal to the heavens above to help us find Terry. The women all hugged me and shared my sobs and tears. One woman actually yelled out, “Oh Lord, how could you let this family go through this?” When I returned to the car, where Darrel was waiting to drive us to our next poster destination, he saw the strange look on my face and said, “What the heck happened in there?” It was one of the few moments in those emotional days when we actually shared a smile. I will never forget those kind and busy women with such big hearts.

Darrel and I drove to the village of Kennedy, about 160 kilometers from Regina, to pass out posters there. Terry’s car had been found just outside of Kennedy. We figured that the best place to start was the bar. There was a good crowd there – it was the Christmas holidays after all – and there we learned that the town folk had already conducted a search for Terry which unfortunately came up empty. They took a number of posters and promised that they would post them all around the town.

We then visited the RCMP detachment where we talked to the officer on duty. Like the Regina police, he was sympathetic and concerned and he ensured us that the RCMP were doing everything they could to locate Terry, but there was a definite lack of hope in his tone.

We were exhausted when we got back to our hotel in Regina that evening, but we made a quick trip to Moose Jaw to update the family on what had transpired. On Christmas Day, the day before we flew back to Ottawa, Darrel and I drove to Saskatoon to visit his family. They could plainly see that I did not believe that Terry had gone missing voluntarily, and again we received an offer, from people who barely knew him, to join the search party. But there was no search party to join.


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For Immediate Release

 

When I returned to work in Ottawa, I found considerable comfort in the support of my co-workers. One colleague worked in media relations, and he suggested that I put out a news release with the information about the disappearance, with the hopes that the story would get widely spread and reach someone who might know something helpful about Terry. With the help of my brother Ron, assistance from Carmen Marson-Awad of Canada Newswire, and with the approval of Terry’s daughter Ajineen, I sent the following release to a number of newspapers. A few of the western papers published it.

 

December 28, 2001:

 

Regina actor disappears just days before Christmas

 

On the morning of Tuesday, December 18th, Terry Sagal was making soup in his kitchen. Terry, among other things, loved to cook. He planned to make a birthday cake for a friend a little later, but needed a few ingredients. He made a note to pick up a bottle of Scotch as well. He said goodbye to his wife Susan and drove away in her 1984 Mercury Marquis with $50 in his wallet. That was the last time that Susan saw her husband.

Terry Sagal is a 54 year-old artisan, musician and actor. He has appeared in and directed numerous stage productions with the Regina Little Theatre and his pottery is carried in local shops. His rich baritone voice has been heard often on the radio. His 26-year-old daughter, Ajineen Sagal, is an actress living in Vancouver.

Susan’s blue Mercury Marquis was found by a local farmer on a municipal road near the village of Kennedy, about 160 kilometers south-east of Regina where Terry and Susan live. The farmer had noticed it there on the Thursday, December 18th but waited until the 20th to contact the local RCMP detachment.

According to the police, the vehicle provided no immediate evidence of foul play and it still had a quarter of a tank of gas and the radio station was set to a country music channel. The family noted that “Terry doesn't like country music; he only listens to CBC.” Three of the car doors were locked. There is one door on the Marquis that doesn't lock automatically. That door was still unlocked, which was unusual. Terry always locked all the doors.

Saskatchewan nights have been very cold since the abandoned Marquis was found near Kennedy, and the family is afraid for his health and safety. In a desperate bid to find Terry, family members reported Terry's disappearance to the local media. It was now December 22nd. Susan had already searched areas around the city, visiting places Terry had gone before, but she discovered nothing. Terry has not been seen by anyone.

On Sunday, December 23rd, the RCMP started their search around Kennedy. That same day, family members drove to Kennedy to determine what they could do to help. By that time, Terry had been missing for five nights.

On December 24th, Christmas Eve, the sixth night of Terry’s disappearance, the Regina Police started searching vacated homes and warehouses in the city. Family members met with the staff sergeant to determine what they could do to help.

Family members [Loretta and Darrel] spent their Christmas Eve distributing "Missing" posters. Terry liked to shop along South Albert, so most of the posters were given to businesses in that area. Posters were also left at the Salvation Army's Waterston Centre, the Souls Harbour Food Bank, the Regina Rescue Mission, the YMCA, the General Hospital, the Superstore, and the airport as well as various locations in the village of Kennedy. So far, no one has called. Terry has been gone for ten days and there has been no word or contact.

The family is hoping that someone, somewhere, might have seen something that would provide some clue as to Terry's whereabouts. They are desperate for any information concerning his disappearance. They ask that the people near Kennedy check their barns and fields for any signs of Terry.

Terry currently sports a graying moustache and beard. He is 5'9", weighs about 200 pounds, and has rich brown eyes. He was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket when he left to go shopping on December 18th.

Anyone with information concerning Terry Sagal's disappearance should contact the Regina police at 306-777-6500.

 

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On January 3, I received a call from the Calgary Herald in Alberta. They were interested in running the story about Terry and even planned to call a cousin and a close friend of his in Calgary for interviews to give the news a “local” flavor. They also wanted to interview Terry’s daughter but she wasn’t ready to talk about it that soon. They called the Regina Police and the Kipling RCMP [the closest office to Kennedy] for verification of facts. It was good to know that the news about Terry’s disappearance was getting coverage.


A Sympathetic Airline

After returning to Ottawa, we quickly sent off an email to WestJet Airlines to express our appreciation for their help with our flight changes.

 

January 2, 2002

To: WestJet Airlines

On Thursday, December 20th, I received horrible news that my brother had been missing for two days. When I heard the news, my husband and I happened to be visiting our son in Red Deer, Alberta. We were scheduled to fly home from Calgary to Ottawa on Saturday, December 22nd, but due to the disturbing news about my brother, we wanted to fly to Regina instead to assist with a search. As you well know, the latter part of December is a busy time for the airline industry. Upon our arrival at Calgary airport on Saturday morning, my husband started trying to change our travel arrangements. Unfortunately, there were no available seats on any of the flights from Calgary to Regina. However, with the assistance of the Calgary WestJet staff who were extremely helpful and sympathetic, we were permitted to exchange our tickets and make alternative arrangements to fly out of Regina on December 26th instead of Calgary on the 22nd, at a very reasonable price. In that way, we were able to drive from Calgary to Regina and help with the many details necessary to conduct a search for a missing relative. I am sorry to advise that we still have no clues as to my brother's whereabouts.  Please accept our deepest appreciation for the assistance we received from the very professional and kind staff at WestJet. You might be interested to know that we have shared this story with many others, and so far no one has been surprised at the great service we received from your airline. You have a very good reputation.

Yours sincerely,

Darrel and Loretta Smith

 

They responded the same day.

 

To Loretta and Darrel,

Thank you for the email. I can't thank you enough for taking the time to write us about the customer service you received when your family is obviously experiencing difficult times. I'm glad that WestJet was able to make a very stressful experience just a little easier. Please take care of yourself and your family. Everyone at WestJet is praying for a happy family reunion for you and your brother. All the best.

Sincerely,

WestJet Airlines Ltd.

 

For me, the help that we received from WestJet meant a great deal. It was such a frustrating time … little information, inability to take action, questions galore, a deep sense of confusion, a deeper sense of loss, too much speculation … so it was wonderful to have concrete assistance to which we could respond gratefully.


 


Continuing Efforts

 

After returning to Ottawa, I soon started receiving emails and phone calls from family members.  One person I never heard from was Terry’s wife. My sister and Ron told me that, after family members phoned Susan numerous times to get more information, she asked that they stop calling her. This created a huge information gap because the Regina Police and RCMP were of course calling Susan with their updates. We had no idea as to what she was learning.

 

2001/12/28

Loretta:

A story on Terry was on TV twice yesterday (supper and late night news).

Most of the family did not see it or know about it.  Ron.

 

2001/12/28

[My brother Ron sent some questions and observations to the Regina Police, Here are two critical questions with the response from the police.]

Q: The video surveillance at the South Albert Liquor Board store had not been checked as of 11:00 am on Thursday, December 27, 2001.

A: I spoke to an employee of the liquor store on December 27th and learned that the store has a small supply of video tapes and regularly reuses the video tapes. The tape from December 18th had already been reused.

Q. Was there video surveillance at the PetroCanada where the gas was purchased? If so, were they viewed?

A: The video taping system at the Petro Can is not working and has been this way since before December 18th.

 

2002/01/02

To: Loretta

Hi, just a quick update. CKCK TV interviewed, Teresa, Ron, Jackie and myself on Monday and aired a two minute clip with a response from the Regina Police Service. There has been more coverage in the Leader Post and the Times Herald. Hopefully someone will remember seeing Terry.  Talk to you soon, with good news, I hope. Love Mike.

 

2002/01/02

To: Loretta

Just listened to a live interview that CBC had with Teresa on the radio.

She did a wonderful job. I think Anita taped it. Love again Mike.

 

2002/01/06

Subject: Clarification

[My brother Ron sent the attached excerpt from an email he received from the Regina Police Service (RPS) in response to his question, “Other than Crime Stoppers, what is the next step for the RPS in regards to Terry's disappearance?”] 

RPS’s Response:

Unless someone calls to report seeing Terry or evidence is found as to his whereabouts, there is very little to do at this point. As I mentioned to you at the outset, these are very difficult cases on the family and the waiting and not knowing is the hardest part. I sympathize with you and we will investigate any leads that arise.

 

2002/01/08

Hey Loretta! Quick update -- they created a Crime Stoppers clip on TV utilizing the previous interviews. We are going to use planes [of a cousin and a family friend] to do an aerial search of the Regina to Kennedy corridor (I just made up that "corridor" thing - sounds impressive, though). Frank and I are driving to Kennedy tomorrow or Thursday. Neither of us believes he is down there, but we've both been wrong on one other occasion.  Ron.

 

Note – the aerial search by family and friends did not take place, and the trip to Kennedy would take place in mid-February.

 

2002/01/11

From: Regina Police

To: Ron Sagal

Subject: Terry Sagal

Mr. Sagal

I just received word, that Civil Air Search and Rescue (CASARA) will fly the search area tomorrow (Jan. 12th). If the air search is negative, we have no immediate plans to conduct any further searches. The RCMP will not be sending their ground search team out again, at this time. The case remains open and we will investigate any leads we receive. We have received no information to date that would indicate foul play, nor do we feel that any other persons are involved in Terry's disappearance. If the media reports are accurate, your family has also organized an air search. If this is correct, any information obtained in this search should be immediately conveyed to the RPS and the RCMP. Thank you.

 

 

2002/01/13

Subject: Update on Terry

Hello to all. On Friday, CASARA was asked by the RCMP to conduct an aerial search of the Kennedy area. This came after the Leader-Post reported that the Sagal family was planning on conducting its own aerial search. Farmers from the Kennedy area confirmed that an aerial search was underway on Saturday. I spoke to a sergeant at the RCMP "F" Division today. He confirmed that he was in charge of the operation, but could give me no other information, including the number of planes, the length of the search, or even whether members of the RCMP were on the plane. We are assuming that they found nothing. The sergeant stated he was pretty sure he would have heard something by now if they had spotted anything. He told me I should contact the Montmartre detachment if I needed additional information. I asked him about the Kipling detachment, and he said "sure, call them." I will keep you all posted. Keep the faith! Ciao!  Ron.

 

2002/02/17

To: Loretta

From: Frank

Subject: Terry

Dad, Ron, Bev, myself and Bruno [Frank’s dog] travelled down to the sight where Terry's car was found. I spoke to the rancher to establish the direction the car was parked. He discovered the vehicle around five p.m. that day. We also spoke to [a neighbor]. He lives a short distance from the ranch and is father to a fellow I know from the correctional center.  We checked out a couple of abandoned farms. After seeing the area, we definitely do not believe that Terry drove to this location. I think we all feel a little bit better, having seen the area ourselves. But we're as puzzled about this as we ever were. No answers, but a million-zillion questions. Dad and I left at 8 a.m. Sunday morning and joined up with Ron and Bev in Regina. Dad and I got back to Moose Jaw at 5 p.m. Nothing concrete gained, but we have a better idea of how complicated it would be to search the area around Kennedy. Bye for now, lots of luv to you both, Frank.

 

2002/04/30

Subject: Civilian Search

Hi Loretta

Our bunkhouse attendant in Broadview told me on the weekend that there was a Quad Rally two weekends ago in the Kipling area. There were about 60 people involved and instead of the usual mud jumping and fun stuff, they converged on the area where Terry's car was found and spent the day searching for anything. However, they came up empty. They might do the same later on in the spring. Thought you might like to know. Love Mike.

 

2003/10/29

From: Regina Police Major Crimes Section

Subject: Terry Sagal

Mr. Sagal, [this was to my brother Ron]

The investigation into the disappearance of your brother Terry is an active file and remains open to this date. We have and will continue to pursue any and all leads that are brought to our attention. While we are unable to disclose all avenues of investigation we attempt to keep families updated. That is not to say that we notify each member of someone's family and would expect that in most cases families do exchange information. In some cases there is a minimal exchange of information within families, as appears to be the case here. There are on occasion certain items of interest which we cannot legally disclose. [I have removed reference to an allegation that my brother made because it was evidently unfounded.] We as a Police Service remain dedicated to this ongoing investigation. Although we are equally puzzled and the circumstances are indeed suspicious, we have no evidence of foul play involved at this time. We will actively pursue any additional information, whether fact or tip. We too desire to factually provide some closure to this matter. S/Sgt. Major Crimes Section.

 

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At this point, the correspondence regarding Terry’s disappearance dries up. It isn’t until 2008 that another search is conducted.

 


The Clairvoyant

 

I saw a man humped in a ball.... there is a reddish brown brick wall and a garbage bin nearby (one of those big metal commercial ones). I am not sure if the man is on the ground or in the bin. It’s not far from where he disappeared - to the right of the building something keeps directing me that way. The lane is T shaped. You go to the end of the lane and it joins another like the letter T. There are tall buildings there --- about three stories or maybe higher, four. The body is buried but not in the ground - it’s covered by something, papers and bags - like it was dumped off a truck down a hill - it lies on its left side still in the same curled up position. It was not in the bushes ... in an open area where ever there is a large garbage dump. Look in the city ... he never left the city.

 

My younger brothers Ron and Mike continued to be very active in the search for Terry. Ron hired a private detective, which he said was a total waste of money. Perhaps if we had all pooled our money together, we could have hired a more effective detective. But we were disorganized in our efforts.

A few months after Terry’s disappearance, Mike was contacted by an old school friend who has clairvoyant abilities. I was very interested in what she would have to say, because she came from a big family too and many of us Sagals went to school with one or another of her siblings. Her family, like ours, had suffered the suicide of one of the boys (my brother Christopher had committed suicide in July 2000). So I felt we had a connection.

I was at work when I got the email with what she had to say. She believed that Terry had been killed the night of his disappearance and was thrown into a dumpster. The email upset me so much that I phoned my husband, who worked in the next building, and asked him to meet me in the cafeteria. A couple of other co-workers joined us and it was more than evident to them that I was in a terrible emotional state. But they talked me though it and calmed me down, reminding me that there was nothing scientific about the recent news. But it is still the theory that I cling to, not because it gives me any comfort and not because it is how I want this story to end, but simply because it seems so believable to me. Terry did live in a very rough city.

I’m not the only one who feels that way. In a CBC news interview in 2009, my brother Mike says, "I think he was murdered in Regina for the vehicle and thrown in a dumpster. A few of my family members believe the same thing."


The Following Years

 

Soon after Terry’s disappearance, my life became very busy. In January, our son became engaged. In February, we bought the catamaran in which we planned to sail around the world. In May, we flew to Florida to start the fit-up of our new boat. Throughout the year, we liquidated many of our assets to prepare for a life on the sea. This included selling our home and moving into a small apartment. In June, we returned to Florida and sailed our boat to the Saint Lawrence River so she would be closer to us (about a two-and-a-half hour drive away from Ottawa). In August, we attended a pre-retirement seminar so we could get our heads around all the implications of leaving our jobs early. In September, we were in Red Deer for our son’s wedding. On Christmas Day, a little over a year after Terry’s disappearance, we volunteered at a soup kitchen and served Christmas Dinner to the homeless.

I have no idea what the Regina Police were doing with regards to investigating Terry’s disappearance. A few emails were being sent back and forth, but their key contact was Terry’s wife, who was no longer communicating with the Sagal family, so if anything was being done, we were in the dark about it. But I don’t know if there was anything they could be doing. I continued to mourn the loss of my big brother and continued to shed tears as I shared the story with close colleagues and friends. That is what I will always remember … the sympathy and understanding and shared frustration and love extended by so many of my friends, and especially the love and comfort provided by my husband.

In 2003, Darrel’s father passed away and then it was my turn to help Darrel deal with a huge loss. Then, in September, new life came into the world. Our sweet little granddaughter Tehja was born. In October, we flew to Alberta to hold her and love her and celebrate life. Joy began to win over sorrow.

In 2004, Darrel and I sailed our catamaran “CanKata” to the Caribbean and lived on her for six months, making sure we were comfortable with the new lifestyle we were choosing. In December of that year, we had another beautiful addition to our family: our grandson Taylor was born. More joy! Then, in 2005, Darrel and I retired from our jobs and became “yachties”, living full-time on our boat and planning to sail around the world. Before we left Canada, our son and his family visited us, so we were able to share some precious moments before heading off. We gave Dylan some memento’s from his grandfather and some pottery of Terry’s. At this stage in my life, I felt that life was wonderful and full of hope, as I still do, but from time-to-time a dark cloud comes over me as I wonder if there is something I should be doing to find out what happened to Terry.


Memories of Terry


Young Terry.


Me and Terry with a new addition to the family - 1964.



Circa 1967 - Me with four precious brothers who are no longer with us.


Circa 1968 - A Christmas-time photo of all eleven of us.


Circa 1999 - The last family photo of all eleven of us.


A fun photo of the nine kids.

 

Given the size of our family and the fact that all the members liked to voice their opinions, our family get-togethers were lively. Mostly we liked to have singsongs and play games, but inevitably there would be a lively discussion about religion or politics or gardening or anything at all that might warrant an opinion. I remember one time when a number of us were throwing out our opinions about something typically insignificant, when my dad (who was the one listener in the family) sighed with frustration and said, “If only you would stop and listen to each other.”  But no one heard him, except for me, only because I was right beside him.

Terry had the most radical opinions. He loved to challenge all our beliefs about every single issue and to play the devil’s advocate. The following email that I received from my brother Frank, who was a year younger than Terry, touches on the impact that Terry sometimes had on family get-togethers.

 

2001/03/26

Subject: good morning (it's morn in m.j.)

good morning sis. it's a reasonable morning here in the jaw. + 2 right now - it's almost noon, so it should get alot warmer. terry was down yesterday, so the family got together (no feelings were hurt - surprise, surprise). … let me know when you will be in red deer next and i will coincide. luv to do a trip to the rockies with you guys. going to end this now... bye for now ... frank.

 

Despite the occasional hurt feelings, we all loved having Terry around. He played the guitar and would lead us in singsongs. He had a marvelous sense of humor and usually had us all laughing. As time went by and as some of us moved away from Moose Jaw, complete family gatherings were a rarity. I remember one family reunion a few years before Terry’s disappearance when my parents’ little house was absolutely full with visitors – cousins, grandchildren, in-laws, neighbors, a few strays that happened to be passing by – and my mom was sitting in her favorite chair, crying.  When asked what was wrong, she sobbed, “If only Terry would have come!” I can’t imagine the emptiness she felt when she realized that Terry might never be visiting again.




And he played the piano too.

Terry leading us in a game of "Who Stole the Cookies".


I have some wonderful memories of Terry. As the oldest boy in the family, he adapted well to the “big brother” role and was truly a leader. He would organize all of us to perform skits and concerts for our parents. He would set up our dark and dirty cellar to be a “House of Horrors” on Halloween. There is a game called “Four Hundred” where a batter hits balls to a number of catchers, and the first to four hundred becomes the next batter. Terry often took up the bat and called to us, “Who wants to play Four Hundred?” He never had trouble getting us to participate in his activities. He always made them fun and funny, and he made his best effort to ensure the littler ones weren’t left out or overwhelmed.


A cedar keepsake box that Terry gave me when I was a teenager.

Terry introduced me to the word “antidisestablishmentarianism”. It was once the longest non-coined and nontechnical word in the English language. It means opposition to the withdrawal of state support or recognition from an established church. I have never seen it used in a sentence, except in this blog.

This is just a little example of the impact Terry had on my life. I still remember that word, and was thrilled to find lots of hits when I did an internet search.

Anti-establishment is another word I associate with Terry, although I don’t think he was so much against the establishment as he was against some of the nonsensical rules that the establishment sometimes forced down our throats. If there is some rebel in me, I think it is largely due to Terry’s influence. At different times in my life, Terry’s thinking made a difference to my religious beliefs, political stand, child-rearing methods, music preferences, diet, level of trust in authorities, and art appreciation. When I moved away from Saskatchewan, we grew apart and I was no longer influenced much by him, but we stayed in touch. During one phone conversation, we were having a debate about some unimportant aspect of life, and I admitted to being wishy-washy. Terry sighed and said to me, “There’s something to be said for being wishy-washy.” Was my big brother becoming tired of being a rebel?

He didn’t start out a rebel. Terry was a model student, an altar boy, a paper boy, took piano lessons, was an Air Cadet, learned the Morse code, and was my mom’s number one pick for being a priest. He never did enter the seminary – that was left up to my brother Frank (who didn’t stay there long). Terry went to university in Regina and became a teacher. He married a beautiful small-town girl who was also a teacher, and I figured they were going to live happily ever after.

Looking like a perfect candidate for the seminary.

Terry’s life took a turn when the school system introduced sex education into the curriculum. Terry’s approach with his students was, “If you have the guts to ask a question, I will give you an honest answer.” The administration didn’t like this approach. They gave Terry numerous warnings but he stood by his promise to his students. Eventually, the constant harassment from the administration wore him down, and Terry resigned. He told me that he wrote his resignation letter on a Playboy foldout. I wanted to be proud of him when he told me what he did; instead I became worried about how Terry’s future was unfolding.

I shouldn’t have worried. Upon his resignation as a school teacher, Terry’s artistic talents became unleashed. Music, art, gardening and cooking became a big part of his life. He would eventually become a Cordon Bleu chef and a member of the Canadian actors’ guild, and starred as General Strange – an Indian Chief – in the Canadian movie “Big Bear”. His rich, deep voice earned him a spot on a number of radio commercials.


I have a recipe from Terry in his own handwriting.
(The Tabasco hint is mine).

Terry also home-schooled his daughter Ajineen for many years. He was one of the first “house husbands” that I knew, although today he would be called a stay-at-home-dad. When I gave birth to Dylan, my plan was to get back to work as soon as possible so that we could pay off student loans and save for a house. Terry came to the rescue. For six months, he took care of Dylan while he stayed at home with Ajineen, who was three years older. The fact that he lived in a city forty miles away didn’t matter. Darrel and I lived in Moose Jaw at the time, but Darrel was working in Regina, where Terry lived. So Dylan commuted to Regina every week day with Darrel. I think it was a good bonding time for them. Dylan sat in his car seat in the front seat of our Chrysler Cordoba, facing Darrel, who chatted with him all the way to and from Regina. Every day, Terry and I would exchange notes about how Dylan was doing, what we were feeding him, any new developments (teeth, crawling, etc.) and how much sleep he got. I still have those notes. Terry was a fabulous caregiver and we were disappointed when his life got too busy and he had to quit being our babysitter.


Some pottery that Terry made for us.

It was a special "won ton" night at their place.

Darrel and I both felt close to Terry and his first wife, Alice. I think both Darrel and Alice felt overwhelmed by us Sagals, and would often huddle together at family get-togethers. While we yelled about religion and politics, they whispered about art. Darrel’s alliance with Alice helped the four of us bond as couples, with Terry and Alice playing the mentor role. To us, they were a happily married couple, on the road to spiritual and financial success, and excellent parents. Although we grew apart when we moved out of the province, we were still close enough that each of them phoned us to explain when and why their marriage broke apart. Darrel was less surprised than I was.

I can’t imagine how hard the breakup was on Terry, especially the reduced custody of his daughter Ajineen. These were the days before internet, the days of expensive long-distance telephone calls, so we relied on letters. I have to admit that Terry revealed little of his feelings in his letters and instead revealed his comic side.

Terry came to visit us in Prince Edward Island in August of 1990 with his daughter Ajineen. He seemed very happy at that time, and was immensely proud of his daughter. She sang for us, played the piano, and delighted us with her beauty and sense of humor.  Terry himself entertained us with his music, art, and comedy. He made us bread, salad dressings that took forever (Darrel had to drive to the store for an ingredient and all the while he was gone, Terry was drizzling oil into vinegar), and other culinary delights. He loved the fact that we had a clothes line, and always made a big fuss about how fresh his dried laundry smelled. He was overwhelmed by the beauty of Prince Edward Island and was constantly taking photographs, especially with Ajineen as the centre-piece. It was a memorable ten-day get-together. I tried to talk Terry into moving to P.E.I. – it seemed like it would be a very good fit. It is a safe, comfortable and artsy little island that provides plenty of opportunity to display ones talents – whether it be acting or pottery or cooking or whatever. But Terry’s roots were too deeply imbedded in Regina. He just laughed at the idea.


A happy reunion at the PEI airport.



After that visit, Terry and I communicated irregularly, with a letter or phone call from time-to-time. When internet finally became popular, I started exchanging emails with Terry. His were always very entertaining. They were happy, chatty, and sometimes sarcastic emails about mostly insignificant things. One contained a recipe for lemonade.

The next real visit together was in July 2000, just after our youngest brother Christopher committed suicide.  Terry picked me up from the airport, took me to his place so I could have a visit with him and Susan, and then he drove me to Moose Jaw. We had an interesting discussion about death, life after death, funerals, and families. Terry did not see the point of funerals, and did not attend Christopher’s. I respected his decision, but I think it caused much grief for our mother, who believed that no type of family get-together was meaningful unless absolutely everyone was there. But Terry had long ago stopped shaping his life to suit our mother’s approval … beginning with the refusal to become a priest.

A touching photo of Terry with the portraits of Dad and Mom in the background.


That next summer, the summer before Terry’s disappearance, Darrel and I had decided to stop celebrating Christmas in a commercial fashion. No more gifts, no more decorations, but maybe just a bit of Christmas music (not Darrel’s choice). Our son had moved away and the holiday had become less significant for us. We decided that instead of celebrating in the usual fashion, we would volunteer at the Soup Kitchen. I mentioned this to Terry in one of our phone calls. He congratulated me, but wondered why it took so long for me to come to my senses. We chuckled. We had no idea what Christmas 2001 would be like for us.

That same summer I received an email from Terry that now brings me much sadness. It tells about a time when Terry and his wife visited our grandparents’ graves and about how our dad had made a grave marker for our brother Christopher, who had died in July of 2000. 

 

2001/06/13

Hey lil sis,

Thanks for the boat and weather and household chore update...these are the type of e-mails we clip and save.

Susan and I drove into Marquis last week for our once-every-three-year visit. The elevators are gone...almost drove right by! We had a breakfast picnic beside grandma and grandpa's graves, and then we walked around the town.

Then we stopped in at mom and dad's for our once-every-two-months-when-it-isn't-winter visits. We stayed til they started arguing about the garden. I guess a winter visit would preclude that type of argument. Dad proudly showed us the stainless steel cross he had made as a grave marker for Chris. I think the inscription reads, "Spirit in the Sky" because of Chris' love for sky diving. We have two grave markers in our garden. Susan's grandparents were buried with gravestones, but they never used the individual markers "mother" and "father". She found them out at her dad's and brought them home…they're now stepping stones in our lily and iris bed.

Susan is into her second week of holidays. We walk alot, look at the garden alot, visit nurseries alot, and she works on her thesis. Did a neat supper the other night with the garden lettuce...which almost melts sweetly in the mouth. I mixed up cream cheese with garden baby dill and spread it on the lettuce and rolled it, and did the same with cream cheese and smoked salmon...yummy. I expect my peas to flower this week.

Ajineen should be off to Kimberley for her two month stint, and she expects she may visit Regina in August before rehearsals for Music Man begin in Vancouver.

Ciao for now,

Have fun this weekend,

xxoo Terence

 

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Six months later, Terry would disappear from our lives forever.

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 The grave marker for Christopher now also commemorates Terry.

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The cross that Dad made for Chris.



 


The cross now commemorates Gus, Rose, Christopher, and Terry.

My dad and his five sons.


This was taken after Christopher's death, 
one of the last reunions before Terry's disappearance.

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Introduction

My brother Terry, shortly before he went missing on December 18, 2001. Ambiguous Loss: The most stressful type of loss; a type of loss tha...