- 65 years old
- Date of birth: Sep 26, 1950
- Place of birth:
Queens, New York, United States
- Date of passing: Oct 1, 2015
- Place of passing:
Tequesta, Florida, United States
|Let the memory of Peter be with us forever|
"I am so saddened to hear of Peter's passing. He was such a wonderful person and even though we were married for a short time he was such a wonderful mate and step father to my children and they are both saddened to hear of his passing as well. I know he will be missed greatly by all his friends. Such a larger than life character who brightened my life those years we were together. See you again my friend. Patti"
"Hey P, Maurice White is now where you are. I hope you have EW&F to ease your soul. We miss you!"
"Peter Gerrer.............he was known by a lot of names which helps one understand the fabric of his personality. There was Bear, Big Bear, Big P, Petear, Chewy, Pacco, Pedro, Pedro Barbone or just plain old P. I'm sure there were many more that I don't know or have forgotten. But what ever name people used to address our pal........the reaction would be a smile, a laugh, a shake of the head and sigh of happiness. More than likely a story would follow about an adventure which ultimately lead to a special and fun time. It shouldn't be a surprise that his favorite TV show was the Honeymooners featuring Kramden and Norton. He named his dogs after characters in the show. I used to love reciting lines from the show with him and busting into gut hurting laughter!! Big P would arrive at my house with maybe a change of clothes and a tooth brush. Soon after his arrival we would be going thru my stuff trying to find something to wear the next day because he had "heard" about a party or event that we "needed" to attend!! And he wanted to dress the part and boy could he put together some special "Peter" looks. Transportation was never Pedro's long suit..........often times he didn't have any way to get around yet there he would be at the next party standing tall with that big chicken shit grin on his face waiting to give ya a big ol hug............. and then he'd start talking softly pointing out a lovely in the corner or suggesting what to do next when the party lost it's interest. Toward the end of the night Big P would wisper " maybe we ought to have just a little more.......what do you think?". The big ol Bear had a real Alfred E. Newman about him...."What me worry". If you didn't want to continue the adventure that night with him.......no problem he would figure a way home:).
Well I guess you've found a new home and I hope it is "home" for you my great friend. Your spirit still strong in our hearts but I got to tell ya it's the shits not having here with us to embarce, laugh, cry, lie and just be in the moment with............you left our party too early and that wasn't like you. God Bless you P"
"OK. Wow! so sorry to hear this. My association with peter goes back to our 2 years together at St. Bonaventure in 1969 and 1970. We lived on the same floor of Devereaux Dorm, the floor with all the jocks ..Bob Lanear, Bill Calbaw, Matt Gant. 1969 was the year St. Bonnie basketball team almost went he whole way at the NIT. As you can imagine it was a free-for-all since none of the jocks had to study. It was also the year of the first freshman women at St. Bonnies!
Peter and I hit it off right from the start. And here's where the story gets a little 60's-ish. Of course even at a small Franciscian college tucked away in the southern-tier of NY, recreational drugs were ubiquitous, including LSD, of course (hey, it was the year the first led Zepplin album was released!). peter had connections to a "friend" in NYC that was a chemist, or knew a chemist. Every few weeks Peter would get an envelope in the mail ...with a sheet of white blotter paper (remember the old quill ink pens?) ...with a series of small little green dots the size of a pinhead all across the paper. he would announce that the "mail had arrived" and would proceed to cut the paper into little squares with a dot in each one and hand them out to "participants" on the floor. You can imagine (well maybe you can't) the outcome for the next 10-18 hours!!!!!
St. Bonnies saw us get into a lot of shenanigans. peter was always ready for a party and as a big old "bear" commanded a lot of respect when at a bar (especially on escapades up into Buffalo, where one of my roommates, Kevin Grew, was from. I could go on about escapades in college, from demolishing the town barn down at the local park along the Susquehanna River, to the "TV heist" when there was a train strike and a row of train cars sat on the tracks behind our dorms. Needless to say many of the guys on the floor all of a sudden had brand new color TV's in their rooms.... ended with the FBI investigating and a few being expelled.
Crazy stuff! But we were kids and it was the 60's and everyone was rebellious, and anti establishment.
The most memorable event with peter was when he invited me to his home in NYC for thanksgiving in 1970. We took the bus down. I had never been to the city since I was a 12-year old kid going to the world's fair. When we got there, he informed me that his parents were gone on some trip and wouldn't be home, but his mother had left a turkey in the oven, timed to cook for us. Well, Peter had a couple of the little pieces of blotter with him and we decided to ingest. The next thing I remember is driving around NYC in his Dad's black Lincoln limo (he was an undertaker, as I recall) listening to Frank Zappa's "Chunga's Revenge" that had just come out. Let me tell you, it was a ride I will never forget ...you just can't imagine!. We returned home unscathed (car too) and the turkey was ready and we savagely attacked it. It was the best tasking turkey i have ever had!
My time at St. Bonnies with Peter wasn't all drugs and partying, We had many interesting conversations about the war (we were both lucky enough to have high numbers for the draft), life in general, and just "boy talk" when you're 19 and away from home for the first time.
He was a true friend, and I just recently in the past year or so found him via the internet. we chatted a few times via e-mail and I called him once and we talked. Even after over 40 years of no contact, there was the instant college bond that we had established. i can only imagine the friendship he garnered and gave over the years to all of the other people that he touched in his life. Although I wasn't in close contact with him, his passing leaves a small gap in my heart. we were all blessed to have been touched by his spirit. May we all touch someone that way too, in our lives.
Be well old friend. ..buy the ticket, take the ride....
love ya' man
"I had the pleasure of meeting Peter about 1980. We both worked for the same bank in California, we knew many of the same friends and we lived close by each other, Peter in Hermosa Beach and me in Manhattan Beach. As a result of spending quite a bit of time together in California, we developed a long enduring friendship that lasted 35 years. We joined forces again when we both moved to South Florida.
Peter was more than a friend; he was a member of my family. He joined us when we attended hockey and baseball games. When we played golf, held dinners or convened at the 2 Georges for drinks. He attended the wedding of my oldest daughter in Portland, Oregon and was the hit of the reception with all the ladies by dancing the night away. His dedicated Arthur Murray Dance Studio lessons coming into great use. He developed a great relationship with my youngest daughter with regards to the Harry Potter books and movies. They would spend hours in discourse discussing all of the particulars of the recently released book or newest movie. To me it was all Greek. He knew my brother and my mother. I in turn felt like a member of Peter’s family whether spending wonderful hours at Thanksgiving Dinner, attending the Honda Classic golf event, playing golf or out for drinks with Peter and Gerard, again at the 2 Georges.
When I answered the phone that late Thursday evening, I never thought I would hear that Peter had passed away. I was in shock, that couldn’t possibly have happened but it did. I don’t believe that any of us had any thought that he would pass at such an early age. I had no time to say good bye and to thank him for his friendship over these many years. Thank him for being there in the good times and during the times that weren’t so good. Thank him for the laughs, the adventures and all the memories we shared. I smile when I think of each of them and I will cherish them for the rest of my life. Peter was a gentle soul embodied with a great sense of humor, a hardy laugh and a friendly embrace. He was a man who left us too soon and he will be sorely missed.
I am sure that Peter would want those who loved him to remember the good time spent together. To laugh at memories of shared experiences, to celebrate life and its many opportunities and to not linger in grief and sadness at his passing.
I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one
I’d like to leave on an afterglow of smiles when the day is done
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways
Of happy times and laughing times and bright sunny days
I’d like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun
Of happy memories that I leave behind when the day is done.
Vaya con Dios Pedro and rest in peace."
""Peter Bear", as we called him, was a huge part of my life for several years in San Francisco. We had a lot of fun together with many adventures, from roller skating in costume across the Golden Gate Bridge to a wild kayak camping trip in Alaska. Although we lost touch over the years, he will always have a large part of my heart."
"Peter was a good friend from my childhood in Jackson Heights, NY. I remember such fun times spent with Peter. Although I had not seen Peter in many years, I will always remember him as a fun-loving guy with a wonderful personality. I was so sorry to learn of his death, and I offer his family our deepest condolences.
Richard & Patti Sasserath & Family"
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