Peter, we shall remember you.
We shall remember the light in your eyes,
We shall remember the shine of your smile.
I think of life when I think of your death.
I think how you enthuse by just being there;
I think of your attitudes and your ideas;
I think of your capacity and of your charm.
Dear Peter, I do not know why you have gone.
I do not know why you were chosen.
It is not fair but nor is it unfair,
just life.
Being left here blesses us
as we can say we have met you and counted you.
Being here without you ennobles you to us;
now you are gone we treasure you,
no fantasy, no perfection,
just you Peter, your idiosyncrasies,
your ideas that can take wing,
all the marks that make you special.
Before we hardly saw them
and now they glow like jewels
in the darkness of our mourning.
Goodbye Peter, we touch you in our dreams.
Please know that in your suffering you were enriched
by the love and care of your family.
Their fortitude, their attendance, and their devotion
is the final and fitting evidence of their love for you
and of your life for them.
Goodbye Peter.