Bette Anderson, my former wife and the mother of my two daughters, Terri and Jenni, died Monday following a long, vigorous battle with cancer.
She was 69.
Many of you who follow my career these days might not know nor remember, but Bette and I were married from December, 1959, until June, 1969. She gave me two incredible daughters who, in turn, gave us four equally incredible grandchildren.
She died peacefully in the early hours of Memorial Day morning. I had been able to spend some time with her on Sunday afternoon in her room at Alive Hospice here in Nashville. She was tired, but able to converse and think clearly. Terri and Jenni, whom many of you do know, were at her side when she passed.
If any of you would like to express your condolences to the girls (they are grown ladies, of course, but to me they will always be “my girls”) there is a way for you to do so online. Our local newspaper, the Tennessean, has listed Bette’s obituary in today’s editions. Go to tennessean.com, click on the Obituary icon, and look for Bette’s name. You can leave a message by signing the Guest Book at the bottom of the page.
Please do this rather than trying to contact Terri and Jenni through me. I simply do not have the time nor the capacity to see that they get all the messages.
We come into this life knowing that death is part of the life experience, but that doesn’t make it any easier for us to say goodbye to those we love. Bette was a wonderful mother to our daughters, an open and giving “stepmom” to my son, Jamey, and I’m proud to say, a proven and trusted friend to me.
Rest in peace, Sweet Lady. We will miss you.