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- Date of passing: Jan 16, 2015
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|When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with Him in glory.. Colossians 3:4 Let the memory of loving son, brother, friend, uncle, nephew, cousin... be with us forever|
"My dearest brother, not a single day passes without you being missed. I miss you alot and really wish that you are here to talk with . I miss hearing your cool voice "Adhi maber". Really death is a terrible thing. Some day we will meet at the father's feet. Thank you for being who you were..!"
"Peter, I miss you little brother. Every single day i miss you."
"How you must be enjoying heaven with Jesus. Your favorite verse Col 3:4 is on our Church pulpit and it always reminds me of you. You loved Jesus in your own special way. Now are you not here but your won special way ministers to me. I miss you little brother. I love you!"
"I miss you little brother. I know you are in a better place with Jesus. I look forward to our meeting in heaven."
"My dear brother, today i read some of our email exchanges! pain...pain..pain and memories...nice memories. You know, I enjoyed all those spiritual words you always shared. I know you are enjoying the joy of Christ. Till we meet my brother. You are forever in my heart. I miss you so much. Sometimes I don't really think you are gone...I keep thinking I will wake to a day that I can call you and you answer...at His feet. Till we meet my dearest Peter. I love you forever"
"Every day is a pain but also a day closer to being with you in eternity. I miss you every single day my dearest brother. death is conquered at the throne of Christ. Jesus is risen and you will rise again. I love you very much and miss you..it pains!"
"My dearest brother, I leave this flower for you. I miss you every single day. I want to hear your sweet polite voice but its gone until we meet at the Lord feet, You are with your Lord and that is the comfort we have. Isn't wonderful to have gone to Him. Till we meet little bro. I love you always"
"January is my blue month! I miss you little brother and I miss daddy. I know you, daady, grandmas and grandpa and all those I love you have gone before are in the Lord's presence. I really miss you ! I love you forever."
"My little brother, I miss you so much....my heart pains! I still don't know why it had to be you..Why did God not heal you?"
"Peter, today one year ago you left without saying goodbye. You know on 15 January 2015, you told me you would update me on your treatment but you left. I am sad. My heat pains every single day. My dearest brother, I miss you big time. Sometimes, I miss saying things that I should have said to you...and now you are gone. I love you kid brother and I miss you heaps!"
"My brother, I never forgot your birthday, this past December! But it was too painful to visit this site and write a word. You are missed so much and words cannot describe just how much. Why it happened is still not answered but I know the Lord will provide an answer ... Till we meet my dearest brother. I love you!"
"My little brother, I really miss hearing your voice. I miss hearing " Adhi maber" You were always so quiet and had few words. So much unsaid /unspoken thins. I miss you terribly."
"Pitaaa.. I miss you little bro."
"Peter, every single day I miss you. It is still really hard to believe that you are gone. I have been shopping all over and keep seeing something that I would probably bought for you...shirts, colognes..you know and l miss that. I look forward to meeting you in our father's house."
"Miss and love you little brother, its difficult to imagine that you are gone, but knowing that you are with Christ is such a comfort, till we meet again."
"For me it’s still a bad dream……..
Last week I sat at your favorite corner and I waited for u to just stroll in quietly, with ua usual jovial mode…..kama kawaida
we would reminisce & laugh all through
Still waiting for that precious moment
Thou ua gone I truly miss u."
"It's been a long day without you, my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
Still waiting for ua sms "Uko wapi?""
"Peter I really do miss you ...sometimes it feels so unreal that you are actually gone. I miss hearing your gentle voice saying " Adhi maber"
Wednesdays and Thursdays are the worst days because I know you played the gospel music exclusive ..Those are my days of choir practice, I often wonder what were your favorite gospel music.
There is just so much that I never shared with you. You were to much of reserved brother...
Sometimes I think of our days living together in Ngong and I really miss that a lot.
I miss you and sharing my thoughts here helps but many times it brings a lot of pain.
I love you and miss you kid bro."
"The best thing you can do for a loved one who has passed away is to MISS THEM! Peter we miss you so much. Rest in Eternal Peace till we meet again."
"My little brother, I miss you heaps.
I often remember what you would have been doing on specific day and brings a smile on my face. I joined a praise and worship group and when we meet on Wednesday and Thursday, I always think of you playing gospel music exclusively on those days in your office."
"I miss you heaps bro. Seems like everyday its always an effort to let go and tell God to keep you in His safe arms. I'm still in a daze that you are actually gone ...I love and miss you Scottie"
"Peter, though you are gone, your memories for sure click in many people's minds. Personally I met you once and it was woow! Your quietness spoke a lot to me. I am encouraged by the last mail you sent to friends every time I read it."
"I miss you and hearing your voice saying "adhi maber" and I keep remembering how we often met at the Postbank banking hall or outside the ATM place. for the last six years since I came to Sudan, you were always one reason why I would go down town..just to see you...now it feels so empty...
God's ways are perfect and I am letting God provide the comfort...not an easy thing. But the Lord is a ways RIGHT. He never makes mistakes. Your home going was not a mistake.
I miss you brother big time. Till we meet at the savior's feet in heaven to enjoy the streets of gold.
Love you forever...."
"GOD SAVES US FROM DESPAIR
“I waited patiently for the Lord to help me, and he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along. He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see what he has done and be amazed. They will put their trust in the Lord.” (Psalm 40:1-3)
FOCUSING ON THE ETERNAL
“For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.” (2 Corinthians 4:17-18)
ENCOURAGEMENT & TRUST IN GOD
“God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble.” (Psalm 46:1)
“Be still, and know that I am God!” (Psalm 46:10)"
"Hi Peter, I never got to know you but the way your Sister Atieno and Mum talked about you, I feel death has robbed me of meeting a wonderful person that you were. I however know that God our Creator knows best why he called you to him at the time he did before we met. I am sure we will get to know each other when my time also comes. May you prepare the place for all of us you have left behind."
"I remember how dad and mum paired us to take turns in cooking evening meals and cleaning up. You were my partner and we made a good team . You always made the ugali and I made the stew and we cleaned up together ...our team was the best in leaving the kitchen clean...it was awesome."
"TRIBUTE FOR THE LATE PETER SCOTT SIMBIRI
Dear Peters Family:
We the Ngong Resident Friends of Late Peter Simbiri are so very sorry about your loss. Your son had become a good friend to us in Years and his passing is a terrible tragedy for all of us who knew him. You and your family have our deepest sympathy.
We know that he came from a good family and that you loved him very much, as he did you. He always spoke in the most glowing terms of how much his family meant to him.
Your son was an inspiration to us. We admired all those wonderful qualities that made him the special person that he was. He had intelligence, wit, charm and a caring heart that made him a great friend.
I have known Peter since 1985 when I moved to Ngong where I had the pleasure of attending the same school as him i.e. Upper Hill Secondary school.
We will always remember him for quoting his family as his rock and especially the phrase “My Sister Florence” and his favorite spot in Ngong where you were sure get him for counsel.
He also was always there for his friends when needed and that we shall surely miss.
We will always be thankful that we had the opportunity to get to know him better and to call him a friend. We will cherish his memory for years to come.
The poet Yeats once wrote "Count where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory is I had such friends."
In Sympathy that no words can express,
"You are a special brother..thank you Peter (Pita)!! I love you forever..."
"My brother, I remember this last Christmas and year new. We worked together cleaning my new place and arranging things and then stopping to have chips! you were my official driver...the best driver always...calm and quiet..playing your favorites and me sometimes saying ..hey please I want some gospel music and you sweetly turn on for me to enjoy...with a smile and keep driving.
You worked so hard with me and I will always remember the moments of last Christmas... Remember me talking away as always and telling you that we as a family we cared about you and wanted the best for you and you listened silently and saying nothing but obviously taking in...your usually self... "Pita" I miss you but you are in a better place...I did not even imagine that you were a preacher..wow..you had your way to touch the hearts of your co-workers and your dearest friend Maggie Waweru who knows you as a peacemaker.. you are special bro...
Now you are with Dad, grandmas and grandpa and the lesson I have learnt is to practice the fruit of the Spirit just like you.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law."
Thanks kid brother. You are forever in my heart..."
Now who will listen to our stories and noise making? Since you were the only one in our midst who was gifted to listen and not have an instant comment for everything. I guess we will just keep talking (all at once) and somehow hope that we are hearing ourselves. You however now have the chance to hear us all in a new way. AND that is why I know that all the tributes that have been left here have all been 'heard' by you. Till we meet again"
"It is great to know that I will see you again. I have started smiling at your crazy stories and sometimes I actually have laughed loudly when I remember stuff, my best is the story of this woman who is being chased, I cannot remember why, anyway the guy is catching up with her when she turns, ( I am waiting for you to say ati she fell or the man falls etc) but in true Peter finish, "She stops, turns and points at the man with her foot!" You truly were more than I thought, much, much joyously more. I know you and baba are having a great laugh about something or the other eg, Baba's amusement at Omondi being bitten by bees, or Omondi's harassment of driver who brought Atieno's stuff! Ok so I'm just laughing kabisa!"
"Losing you was the saddest thing I have ever had to endure, but I rejoice in that you are in a far better place now!"
"My brother and my friend. I miss you terribly..."
"TRIBUTE TO THE LATE PETER SCOTT SIMBIRI- FROM POSTBANK COLLEAGUES
[ Everybody had something to say about him ]
We, at Postbank will always remember Peter Scott Simbiri as a friend to many.
He was an easy going colleague and a kind hearted man who couldn’t even afford to harm a fly. For over ;18 years I worked with him, I never saw him angry. He was always smiling.
At Finance Department, Scott was the office DJ. He entertained us with different genre of music he used to play in his portable radio fondly called ‘’his master’s voice’’ with a huge loudspeaker. Each day of the week had its category of music:
On Monday and Tuesday, he played classic music interchanging it with Classic FM 105.2
On Wednesday and Thursday, he played gospel music exclusively
On Fridays, the volumes went up as he played ohangala music signalling the start of the weekend which greatly helped lift the weight off our shoulders after a tough week in the office. We enjoyed the office environment because of the late Peter scott Cameroon Simbiri.
If by mistake he ever played ohangala in the office on a day like Thursday, quite a number of us would fail to report to work on Friday since Peter had already made it a Saturday.
To the people who love soft music while they are working, the words that emanate from them were ‘’Very reliable DJ’’ many people used to wonder how such music would be allowed in the office. New Managers would threaten the music but after a while, they too became addicts.
Did you know That Scott was a preacher? In his own way he evangelized the gospel of Our Lord by sending inspirational messages about life in Christianity for many years.
Every morning, as far back as I can remember, Scotts email was always the first mail in my inbox, long before 8am. The messages were always inspiring, giving hope and teaching on the embracing LOVE of God for His children. He urged us to tread on in life with hope and assurance that God was indeed watching out for His children.
I remember Petaa or Simbiri as most of us fondly called him, as one who was always duty conscious, Passionate with his work - I recall he was always the first to arrive in the office every morning. It is not surprising that he came to the office early up to his last day in this world. He was very thorough and dedicated (almost to perfection) with his work.
His friendship lacked boundaries, very Kenyan - those of us who know his friends within or without the bank, reflects the face of Kenya: Momanyi, Cheraste, Hakim, Kioi, Maingi, Soimo, Mwasi, Chavene, Rotich, Musembi, Waweru, Mareka, Lelei etc just but to mention a few. He never looked beneath the skin to associate with anyone, he was loyal to his friends and regardless of how rough or unreasonable you were to him, he could not get angry at you. He was a friend indeed.
Extremely humble gentleman (mpole na muungwana), always willing to assist even if it meant bending backwards. He was very dynamic and updated; technology could not scare him. He was the ICT person in Finance Department. He knew everything about computers, internet, networks and other related gadgets.
He was always helpful when you sought his assistance. Though he would occasionally complain when he thought you were overusing him, he would always go ahead and assist.
He was always willing to share with everyone. Despite him saying that he was hungry in the office, he would always let someone share his pizza, nduma, groundnuts, yoghurt, chips or split the sausage to feed a hungry soul.
Kebaso’s Confession & I quote:
“You know Peter had an appetite for good food, notwithstanding the price, though he would obviously afford the same. So one day I tried to tease him; he was having a sumptuous burger during lunch, and I commented - "Simbiri umeweka dish mbele sana", he just laughed a little and continued munching and about to finish, he remarked; " Sasa wewe Kebaso unaenda pale River road unakula lunch ya 50.00 bob halafu jioni unaenda kunywa keroro ya 1,000.00; sasa umetumia akili gani? jenga mwili kwanza". We were all seated in the office and guys busted in laughter, sikujibu tena, lest nipate another one’’.
Love for his siblings
Petaa always mentioned his siblings with such fondness that we came to know them though we had never met them in life. He would always mention Florence, Asenath, Jane, Sam, Davy and nieces like Rehema and Amani. He loved his people more than he loved himself. He sacrificed his time for them.
His last words he shared with a few friends via an Email at 9.32 am on January 15, 2015 before he left for medical tests titled
‘’KINDNESS GONE VIRAL’’:
A portion of the message read: and I quote
Jesus lets us know that all of us are safe in His presence. Whether awake or asleep, we can lean on Him. When we are exhausted, He provides a safe place for us to rest.
Under His wings, I am safely abiding,
Though the nights deepens and tempests are wild
Still I can trust Him- I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me and I am His child
God is a safe resting place.
Jesus demonstrated that true faith in God was not bound by cultural concerns. In patriarchal society, he met and talked with women (see John 4). He ate and drank with those who were considered impure (see Luke 7:36) He even embraced children, when most would push them aside (Mark 10:13-14). Jesus didn’t simply say that He had come to seek and save the lost (Luke 19:10) He demonstrated it by showing that God’s Love is open to everyone.
As colleagues, Scott opened our eyes in terms of loving others, sharing with others, breaking tribal & cultural barriers and helping others tirelessly.
I will borrow a quote to describe Scott from Robin Sharma’s book, ‘’The Monk who sold his Ferrari’’ and I quote:
‘‘I am than I appear to be, all the world’s strength and power rests inside me’’
Simbiri alikuwa jamaa mpoa. May our Almighty Lord rest his soul in eternal peace.
"It is an honor to pay tribute to Peter who was not just my special brother-in-law, but the kindest, most loving, and loyal person I have ever known.
Though I grieve, I also celebrate and share memories of Peter’s life.
I will never forget one cold July morning in 1988 when I returned from being on call at Kenyatta National Hospital to find Peter at my doorstep.
To this day, I do not know how long Peter had been waiting out there in the cold, but as I approached, he straightened up and gave me the warmest smile and biggest hug. Now, at this time, Ken, Peter’s eldest brother and I had just gotten to know each other and I was not sure where our relationship was heading. Worse still, it was a long distance relationship since Ken was in the US and I was in Nairobi.
On that cold morning, Peter in his kind and loving nature had provided me a little bit more insight into the Simbiri family. Peter had baked me cookies, wrapped them beautifully and made the trip all the way from Ngong to Kenyatta National Hospital where I was working and living.
That morning as we sat in my living room and enjoyed a cup of tea and the most delicious freshly baked cookies, Peter and I talked for hours. We had formed a bond. A special bond that would never be broken!
Peter in his own special way, had helped win my heart for his brother, Ken and for the Simbiri family.
Though you are gone my dear Peter, you will always remain special in my heart.
May we all find peace; the kind of peace that came so naturally to you Peter.
Dr. Rosey Wadenya-Simbiri"
"KINDNESS GOES VIRAL
News of a simple act of kindness on a New York subway has gone around the world. A young man, head covered by a hooded sweatshirt, fell asleep on the shoulder of an older passenger. When someone else offered to wake the young rider, the older man quietly said, “He must have had a long day. Let him sleep. We’ve all been there.” Then he let the tired fellow rider sleep on his shoulder for the better part of the next hour, until the older man gently eased away to get up for his stop. In the meantime, another passenger snapped a photograph and posted it on social media, and it went viral.
The man’s kindness seems to resonate with what we all long for—the kindness that reflects the heart of God. We see this gentleness in Jesus when His friends tried to protect Him from the noise and bother of little children. Instead, Jesus insisted on taking the little ones in His arms and blessing them (Mark 10:16). In the process, He invited all of us to trust Him like a little child (vv.13-16).
Jesus lets us know that all of us are safe in His presence. Whether awake or asleep, we can lean on Him. When we’re exhausted, He provides a safe place for us to rest.
Under His wings, I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild;
Still I can trust Him—I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me and I am His child. —Cushing
God is a safe resting place.
Jesus demonstrated that true faith in God was not bound by cultural concerns. In a patriarchal society, He met and talked with women (see John 4). He ate and drank with those who were considered impure (see Luke 7:36-30; 17:11-19; 19:1-10). He even embraced children, when most would push them aside (Mark 10:13-14). Jesus didn’t simply say that He had come to “seek and save the lost” (Luke 19:10); He demonstrated it by showing that God’s love is open to everyone.
This text was based on OUR DAILY BREAD reading of January 15 2015 which Peter read the morning being going to hospital and shared with some workmates.
God bless you my dearest brother..."
"Peter, will always miss your gentle spirit, smile and just the way you would always greet me "koro". Your dedication to family, friends and love for hard work and honesty are lessons on what are the most important things in life."
"Peter, you are greatly missed. Your patience, love and sense of humor. Thank you for sharing your beautiful life with us. We trust that you are safe in the fathers arms. You are forever in our hearts. You have gone before us, we will follow. You have left us with a great lesson of being true to family and to a loving God in your own special way. Thank you that you loved God and family deeply."
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