ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our disabled son, Peter Sturtevant-Stuart, who died on May 11, 2021, at the age of thirty. He was our cross, our delight, our teacher. 
Posted by Ross Nahinu on June 17, 2021
HI I SORRY LOST YOUR FAMILY PETER I LOVE YOU
Posted by Lisa Gonzales on June 17, 2021
Peter, you will be missed by the DPAC family for the eight years you were with us. Your love for fingerspelling vocabulary words, blocks, typing them out on the computer will forever be etched in our memory. We had many fond memories of you on field trips, laughing and always exploring your way around. You taught us so much, we will miss your presence here, soar high and watch over all of us.
Posted by Gregory Willmore on June 16, 2021
I never knew Peter but when I would talk to his mom Kit she would just glow with her love for her son. She was so proud to be his mom. I worked with adults with mental and physical disabilities for 16 years and I admired their purity of heart and their child like quality that we can all learn from. Peter, I light this candle in your memory and may rest in the eternal embrace of your Heavenly Father who loves you and your family so much.
Posted by Pamela Ormsby on June 14, 2021
Rest in peace, dear Peter.
My you find lots of cheese in heaven.
Posted by Sue Hines on June 13, 2021
Peter
I will remember you as fearless, inquisitive, enthusiastic, persistent, loving and mysterious. You brought out the best in those who were the closest to you- your mom, dad, brother and grandmother as well as others in your extended family, teachers and caregivers. Rest In Peace.
Posted by Heather Konowal on June 12, 2021
To cousin Peter, your smile and love of family will always live in my heart and memory. Your love of feeling water on your skin, of investigating the details of the present things around you with deep fascination, of feeling a companion scratching your back or touching their skin, of watching movies, of seeing family and friends, of drawing letters, of looking at pictures, and of course of eating cheese are the things that so endeared you to me. You inspired me to learn sign language, to be an advocate for with different abilities, and to sit together and just be wherever you were. I love you so very much and will miss you deeply. Fly with the angels!
Posted by Chuck Ramey on June 11, 2021
Peter was a light in all our lives, and for me a source of many important life lessons: to see that one with sever disability, through the support of loving parents, grand parents, caregivers, and extended family can live and experience the mysterious miracle that is this life; to stand in wonder at the great love, and determination from Kit and Ron that Peter would have the most full life possible come hell or high water; to realize that we all experience life in our own uniqueness with no one life being more or less sentient and meaningful that another; and that the love Peter expressed for me every time I saw him will never be forgotten.
Posted by Karen Ramey on June 11, 2021
Peter was always happy to see us- no matter our moods, he would lift us up with his smile and delight. It is so awesome to have someone love you unconditionally! He was that person to all of our extended family. We will miss you.
Posted by Patricia Moore on June 11, 2021
Peter, You would notice light and shadow, reflection of the sun on waxy leaves, butterflies resting on flowers, your face reflected in a pool of water. You directed our attention to the color, light and beauty of this world. I will always remember your smile. God is with you, Peter. I know you are celebrating and maybe choosing to sing!
Posted by Steven Sturtevant on June 10, 2021
I always enjoyed bouncing Peter on my knee when he was little. Later I spent time watching and trying to figure out what part of our world he was cognizant of. He would seem totally disconnected one second and display excellent problem solving skills the next. Always a mystery, he viewed the world through a different prism than the rest of us, but I suspect his reality was no less true than our own.
Posted by Shannon Hines on June 10, 2021
To my amazing cousin, Peter- I love you and I will miss you forever. You brought joy to so many and every day of your short life counted. Thank you for all you meant to us, for all you taught us about love and family and for showing us the way to true joy - splashing in the sink, feeling the vibration of the piano, eating really tasty food and wearing socks in the bathtub. You were a miracle and you continue to inspire me …
Posted by Charlotte Allen on June 10, 2021
Peter was a strange and wonderful being, like a visitor from a nearby yet wildly different multiverse. And now he's gone back, or on, without us.

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Posted by Ross Nahinu on June 17, 2021
HI I SORRY LOST YOUR FAMILY PETER I LOVE YOU
Posted by Lisa Gonzales on June 17, 2021
Peter, you will be missed by the DPAC family for the eight years you were with us. Your love for fingerspelling vocabulary words, blocks, typing them out on the computer will forever be etched in our memory. We had many fond memories of you on field trips, laughing and always exploring your way around. You taught us so much, we will miss your presence here, soar high and watch over all of us.
Posted by Gregory Willmore on June 16, 2021
I never knew Peter but when I would talk to his mom Kit she would just glow with her love for her son. She was so proud to be his mom. I worked with adults with mental and physical disabilities for 16 years and I admired their purity of heart and their child like quality that we can all learn from. Peter, I light this candle in your memory and may rest in the eternal embrace of your Heavenly Father who loves you and your family so much.
his Life

Lima

Peter and his twin brother Joseph were born in Lima, Peru on October 9, 1990. On January 10, 1991, they were placed in our arms. Our first month of parenting took place at the Hostal Senorial, in the Miraflores district of Lima. I remember eating breakfast there each morning in the patio, with Peter in a sling against my chest. They served huge rolls of bread which I consumed hungrily, while crumbs fell onto Peter's downy head. 

Toward the end of that period Ron grew very sick and had to fly home. There was no way I could manage the twins by myself, so our niece Shannon flew to Lima and helped me through the final week. (For a picture of Shannon in Lima see the gallery.) I'm not sure I ever thanked her enough--thank you, Shannon!


Ramona Street

At last the legal requirements of residency in Peru were met, and Shannon and I flew home. We were met at the San Francisco airport by a host of extended family members--and of course the proud papi, now somewhat recovered from his illness. At last we took our babies home to our San Francisco apartment on Ramona Street, not far from the intersection of Church and Market streets.

Deaf and disabled

About a month after our return to San Francisco we learned that Peter had disabilities that he would not outgrow--and that he was deaf. Fortunately California and the Bay Area have many wonderful resources. Peter and his brother were quickly plugged into early intervention programs. During this time we met many wonderful people. To name just a few: our pediatrician, Dr. Susan Minger; our pediatric neurologist, Dr. Jean Hayward, Maurice Belote of California Deaf-Blind Services, and Dr. Helen Rossini, who led a group for the parents of kids with disabilities. I don't know how I would have managed without these outstanding professionals--and many others. And in Helen's group I met another parent, Denise Cartmill, who has remained my friend throughout many difficult years. 

In spite of his disabilities, Peter was a beautiful baby. For further evidence of this, see the gallery!


Recent stories

the dreaded tire swing...

Shared by ron sturtevant-stuart on June 16, 2021
Peter loved tire swings.  We put up a play structure in the back  yard for him.  He could go around and around and around and... well, you get the idea.  The thing about tire swings is when you are pushing him, you either have to time it so you're pushing on his body or you grab the chain.  If you mis-grab the chain, then you might have your finger go into a link and then it will keep turning and your finger won't twist, so it breaks.  And that's how I have a crocket little finger...

Cheese

Shared by Heather Konowal on June 14, 2021
One of my favorite memories of Peter happened at my folks house in Fairfield. I don't remember the year but he had gone into the fridge, found a large package of sliced cheddar and proceeded to eat several pieces right there at the fridge. I found him standing at the fridge and put a few slices on a plate for him. He then tried to put the whole package on the plate and I signed "No, only this" and he didn't like that. LOL! He took the package and the plate and bolted out of the kitchen. I followed him and Uncle Ron caught him in the foyer and he negotiated for a few more slices before he sat to eat them at the table.  There are so many stories- but I think that sticks in my memory because it was the first time I remember him really letting me know that my taking his cheese was absolutely unacceptable. LOL!
Shared by Sue Hines on June 13, 2021
One of my favorite memories of Peter was his early love of water. We were living in Washington State but came down to visit family and we had gathered at Chuck and Karen’s house in Fairfield.  It was a warm day and we all went swimming in the pool including Peter.  One by one we tired out and came out of the pool to rest butPeter swam and swam and swam and never tired of it.  You could read his face and see how much fun he was having.  I’m not sure what year that was or his exact age but he was still quite young.