Birth date: Nov 21, 1953 Death date: Feb 14, 2026
Terry James “TJ” Whitaker, born November 21, 1953, passed away peacefully on February 14, 2026 at the age of 72. TJ is survived by his beloved wife and ‘partner-in-mischief’ of 53 years, Pamela Whitaker, his sister Mary Davis, h Read Obituary
I remember talking with Terry many times about his records. He loved talking about his records. I also remember him coming into work years ago in a wheelchair and I thought boy what a man. He must really love his job. He never complained but I know he had a lot of pain. Hopefully he's out of pain now. Rest in peace Terry.
I remember talking with Terry about his records. He loved talking about his records. I also remember him coming into work in a wheelchair many years ago and I thought to myself he really loves his job to come into work and I know he was in pain but he would never act like it. He was a sweet person and hopefully he's not in pain no more.
I was deeply saddened to learn of Terry's passing. For nearly 20 years, I had the privilege of serving as his supervisor and held him in high regard for his easy going nature, integrity and character. Please accept my sincere condolences Cory, and your family. Dan C. H. Shih
Curly, you are missed by all who knew you. May you rest in peace. God Bless you and yours.
Terry and I met in grade school and were classmates and good friends through graduation from "Nerk" High School in 1971. Although we attended different universities and I subsequently moved to Texas, Terry extended his hand of friendship through the many years since. Cory was born a year after my daughter; whenever my family and I travelled to central Ohio, Terry would graciously welcome our dropping in for a visit. We continued to exchange emails and social media postings until this year.
Terry excelled at being human. I especially remember his wit, his intelligence (a National Merit Scholar), his skill at playing euchre during lunch, and his sensitivity. He took great pleasure in performing music in the NHS Concert Choir with Mrs. Vaia, and, in his second career, appreciating and sharing music through his vinyl record business. He cherished Pam and was dotty about their grandchildren.
You have run the good race, dear friend, and I'll see you someday across the river of life.
Martha
Old friends
Sat on a park bench like bookends
