Over the years because Pete was all over the world the most time we spent together was on golf courses where we had many happy hours. Many times in the past Pete and I tried to get the better of our brother Ron, this always ended badly for us, we never came out on top, you would think we would have learned but no. Although in miles we were far apart , we were always close. I will miss him.....Ray.

So many memories of growing up with you in our lives. The house on Saginaw with the White Horse wallpaper in the kitchen and living in a kid’s paradise eating McDonald’s and Kentucky Fried chicken, so happy we were all together. The fully operational car you built with your students and how much they loved their soccer coach. Then you left for St.Lucia, the start of globetrotting for CIDA and what we thought was a lucky escape from Canadian winter. We’d see you when you’d pop back, full of stories and always relaxed and happy. Your attitude to life inspired us, taking things as they come and when that was difficult at least finding the humour in it. We miss you so much and love you dearly. Jan, Dave, Robin and Erin

‘For Peter’ By Maya Angelou - I love these words - I hope you do too... When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.