Circa 1975

One of the things I remember most about Peter was how much he loved being a daddy. Not that he was perfect - he was like all the rest of us - sometimes impatient, not always right, but always trying to do his best. And he sure loved all of his little girls - although I think he sometimes felt like a misunderstood minority, with four daughters and two granddaughters!

Like a lot of parents, we sometimes argued that he spoiled the girls too much or gave them their way too often. All they'd have to do is give them that cute little "But daaaddy" look and he'd be putty in their hands!

Oh, Oh - Crash and Whine time!

Now you tell me - who looks more hurt here??? Rachel with the bruised toe or Peter with a bad case of sympathy pains?

While no separation, especially with children, is easy, Peter and I managed to remain friends, for which I am so grateful. It was a special blessing to me when he married Jan (thankfully a wonderful woman and now one of my best friends). When he became daddy to their two daughters and "Paw-Paw Pete" to our granddaughters as well, it was fun and chaotic at Christmas time, not even being able to walk around all the toys!

I pray that the devastating hurt of the loss will fade in time, to be replaced by positive memories that soothe their minds and hearts, and even give them a laugh or two. Peter would have wanted it that way.

Rest well, Peter - you've come to the end of that long, long trail a'winding into the land of your dreams, like the song you used to love to sing to the girls said. Tell your mom and Chuckie hi for me. Love, Malia