Father's Day, Peter.  I wonder if you are looking down on your son, who is growing up to be a handsome boy.

Missing you, Peter.  Mother's Day 2017.  Almost seven years since you went.

My new dog, Peter.  I got him when Beautiful Beau passed.  He is the biggest scamp ever, and a great character, just like Hannah, Andrew's daughter.   I was not going to get another dog, but Jessie was very upset, and the house was like a morgue without Beau.
I am not getting any more cats; do not want them to outlive me and be orphans.
Mother.

Another year, another Easter.  Easter is extra special because that is when I joined us. Pecious child.

Are you going to the Perth Cup today, Peter?  You used to go every year, and I used to wish you would come home for lunch instead.

I guess you will be there in spirit.  Find time to visit home as well.  God Bless, Peter.

Mother
 

Four and a half years, Peter on 28/10/2014.  RIp. Mother

You never missed the Australia Day celebrations, Peter.  Here is a yellow and green combination for you.

Remember the many happy Australia Days all of us used to enjoy at the Foreshore together, Peter? 
Razz is doing fine, as you can see from his picture with Hannah, Andrew's new daughter.  Mother

Peter, in this picture you can see what's left of the mobile that your friend, Jodie, left for you.  She left it at the Memorial Park, but because we are allowed to leave only fresh flowers there, I brought it home.  It is still here, but some of the chimes have dropped off and I must reattach them. 
I still cannot believe you are gone, Peter.  Rest in Peace, my Son.  Mother 

Angel Face, growing at your memorial at home. It has ruffled blooms which are a beautiful lavender edged with mauve, and also a beautiful scent.  However, the flower is quite purple this year, Peter.  Mother.

Your rose died Peter.  February 2013.  I gave it lots of water because of the heat wave, it could have been too much.  It was a lovely rose.  

Three years since he passed.
36 years old this year.
Rest in Peace, my son.
 

At your memorial tree, Peter

I know this is how she felt about Peter:

For Peter from Kiera. I Stood By Your Bed Last Night
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep. I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, ...I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me. I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there. It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew, in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side. I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me. - Author unknownSee More

Your friend, Tim Sheppard left a picture of you, Peter.
Thanks, Tim.

 

IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL 

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok...
You got your “second chance”, your “break”, Peter, everyone was so supportive and helpful, so why?

There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
Why should you not “feel good enough”?  Everyone loved you, thought the world of you, and looked up to you, in spite of everything.  You were doing so well?

I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack.

As far as were concerned, you never lacked anything.
Hope you found your peace, Peter.
REST IN PEACE, PETER.   
Mother  

The third Christmas without you Peter.  These flowers were from a vase I had in the house on Christmas day.  I left them at your tree the next day.

This photo was taken on Carmen's 30th. We chartered a bus and went on a winery tour of the Swan Valley. It was an awesome day and one of my favourite memories of Peter. He was so in love and could barely contain it on this day. Rest in peace my brother.

I bought it for you for Christmas, and it lasted until Aprill!

Lisa sent me this lovely story and picture, Peter.  I told her the angel looked like her.

Andrew and Karen took me to breakfast at a cafe near the Canning River, Wilson.  There were all sorts of wild birds flying around, and I told Karen about the baby 28 Parrot you brought me one day, that had fallen from its nest; and how it had bitten your finger when you tried to catch it, as well as tearing up the wiring in your car!

Penny, who you also rescued from the Crestwood culverts 24 years ago, is still going strong, a crotchety old lady, waking me up 3 or 4 times a night wanting to be fed.  To think the vet wanted to put her down about 7 or 8 years ago when she got sick.


Wishing you were here, Peter.

God Bless.

Mother

Very poignant lyrics, Jodie.'

They pictures have been downloaded in the wrong order, ie the last picture appears at the top of the page.  So,if your interested, start from the beginning, ie Snapshot 1 and go up.

I took these off the sky-diving video.

Rest in Peace, Peter.  I hope you are flying up there too.  It is your son's birthday in nine days.

Mother

SMILEY FACES LYRICS – GNARLES BARKLEY

What did you do? What did you say?
Did you walk - or did you run away?
Where are you now? Where have you been?
Did you go alone - or did you bring a friend?

I need to know this - cause I notice when you're smilin'
Out in the sun havin' fun and you're feelin' free
And I can tell you know how hard this life can be
But you keep on smilin' for me

What went right? What went wrong?
Was it the story - or was it the song?
Was it overnight - or did it take you long?
Was knowing your weakness what made you strong?

Or all the above - oh how I love to see you smilin'
And oh yeah - take a little pain just in case
You need something warm to embrace
To help you put on a smilin' face
Hey, put on a smilin' face

Don't you go off into the new day with any doubt
Here's a summary of somethin' that you could smile about:
Say for instance, my girlfriend she bugs me all the time
But the irony of it all is that she loves me all the time

I want to be you - whenever I see you smilin'
Cause it's easily one of the hardest things to do
Your worries and fears become your friends
And they end up smilin' at you
Put on a smilin' face.

"Precious Child" by Karen Taylor Good

In my dreams, you are alive and well
Precious child, precious child
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
'Cause you are with me still.

In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart.

In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child
But in this world, I was left here to grieve
Precious child, my precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
[From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/k/karen-taylor-good-lyrics/precious-child-lyrics.html ]
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still

In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then

In my heart you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

 

Actually, since Peter went away, I do not do anything in the garden.  Have not finished pruning the rozes yet, and the others were done by hired people.  All I seem to do is lie on the lounge, to the far left of the picture, and think/what if/mourn, etc.  That's if Jessie gives me a chance. She thinks she is a person and likes to 'hog' the lounge.

Will add a picture of her on the lounge, stealing my spot.

Mother, please don't mourn for me;
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side
each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I'm always near
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free,
but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart. I'll never wander out of your sight--
I'm the brightest star
on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach--
I'm the warm moist sand
when you're at the beach. I'm the colorful leaves
when fall comes around,
And the pure white snow
that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers
of which you're so fond--
The clear cool water in a quiet pond. I'm the first bright blossom
you'll see in the spring;
The first warm raindrop
that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light
when the sun starts to shine,
And you'll see
that the face in the moon is mine. When you start thinking
there's no one to love you,
You can talk to me
through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer
through the leaves on the trees,
And you'll feel my presence
in the soft summer breeze. I'm the hot salty tears
that flow when you weep
And the beautiful dreams
that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on baby's face.
Just look for me, Mommy,
I'm everyplace !

BUT I WILL, PETER.

I missed you terribly the last year, Aysha, and now my heart is breaking for you.  Rest in peace with Peter, and God Bless both of you.  Grandma loves you, you were my first grandchild.

Here is someone who feels the way I do: Alisa Camplin, a former Olympian:

"Life keeps moving and you want to hit the pause button and say, 'You have to stop.  My baby has died'.  You want to be able to talk about him, and you don't want the world to move on too fast and forget him".

And her baby was only 10 days old when he died of congenitive heart failure.

You will love this Peter.

 Your Loved One lives In Your Heart
Many tender memories soften your grief,
May fond recollection bring you relief, 
And may you find comfort and peace in the thought
Of the joy that knowing your loved one brought... 
For time and space can never divide
Or keep your loved one from your side
When memory paints in colors true
The happy hours that belonged to you.

Peter, when you were in Primary School and quite little, you came home one day and wanted to know the words for Frere Jacques, which you had sung in School that day.  You were quite taken up with the song. I dug up the lyrics on the Internet recently, and here it is!

Funnily enough, in English it is sometimes called "Brother John", "Brother Peter".  It is very nice when it is traditionally sung as a round, when the first singer/s reach the end of the first line, the next person starts at the beginning.  This is continued until the singers decide to stop.  I can stil imagine you singing it with gusto, Peter, and loving it.

 A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
"Go to sleep. Everything is all right."

I close my eyes, Then I drift away 
Into the magic night. I softly say
A silent prayerLike dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream My dreams of you.

In dreams I walk with you. In dreams I talk to you.
In dreams you're mine. All of the time we're together 
In dreams, In dreams.

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I can't help it, I can't help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.

It's too bad that all these things, Can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams In beautiful dreams.

NOBODY SEES by POWDER FINGER

Played at Peter's  Funeral

How we argued about the wording on his van, it had to be just right, and positioned just so.  He always came to me for advice on things like this.  He wanted me to see the proofs of his letter head, business cards, etc.

He was also very proud of what he was doing and wanted me to see what you were doing. 

To think  your business was just taking off, Peter, and you did not survive to enjoy the fruits.  All that heavy work could not have been doing your shoulder any good, but you would not have complained, but just soldiered on.

Still proud of you, Peter.

Mother.

Where the wind blows, there are tears of love.xx

Happy Birthday Peter

He was so pround of his business and his van.  Argued with me for days over the exact wording, and exactly where to place it, he wanted it just right.

Was thinking of having tee-shirts printed up at the time, but it was not to be.

God Bless, Peter

LYRICS

lullaby and good night
in the sky stars are bright
around your head flowers gay
set your slumbers till day
lullaby and good night
in the sky stars are bright
around your head flowers gay
set your slumbers till day
close your eyes now and rest
may these hours be blessed
close your eyes now and rest
may these hours be blessed
bonne nuit cher enfant
dans tes langes blanches
repose joyeux en rêvant des cieux
quand le jour reviendra
tu te réveilleras
quand le jour reviendra
tu te réveilleras
lullaby and good night
in the sky stars are bright
around your head flowers gay
set your slumbers till day

--
(Johannes Brahms / David Foster)

 Peter it was a great honour to have been your friend thru out kindy, primary and high school...

There are many great memories at the beach's with the Thornlie "surfies"   I remember your mates and you  throwing me in the pool at my 13th and water bombing my little sister......priceless laughs :)

We never got the chance to catch up besides facebook to share our life journeys as adults. From what Ive seen you continued keeping alot of people happy with your personality, one that will never be forgotton..

You lived life as its best..a beautiful home, job, family, girlfriend, georgous son, but most of all you did it with your unforgettable smile.

Id love to write Rest In Peace Pete, but knowing you, you will be surfing those waves in heaven...

Your school mate, Jodie

To Mrs van der  Hoeven,

I was able to upload Peter's dvd for you... after clicking on the video link, just wait for about 6 minutes and it will play. Im not sure why it takes that long, but it eventually play's..

I hope you can rest assure it is now on here.. The surrounding music is priceless with your pictures.. Treasured always

Jodie xox

Peter and Lisa's baby boy Elijah born on the 24th of Feb 2011

                                    Family Chain

I took a trip to heaven

But only in my mind

I wanted to know what it's like

To leave all you love behind.

So I closed my eyes, and started to see

Just how beautiful heaven can be.

I could see the pearly gates of white

and behind them was the most radiant light.

I saw an angel as she was passing by

so incredibly beautiful that a tear fell from my eye.

Everyone looked perfect and with the angels they did sing

There are no earthly words to describe the beauty of their wings.

As I sat on a bench in the most incredible garden

I asked God for all of my sins to be pardoned

I took one last look at all of the beauty around

And when I opened my eyes, it was peace that I found.