Peter Jay Bischoff
  • 45 years old
  • Date of birth: Feb 12, 1970
  • Date of passing: Dec 4, 2015
Beloved friend, uncle, brother and son, an adventurer with a giant heart.

This website was created as a memorial to our loved one, Peter Bischoff, 45, born on February 12, 1970 and passed away on December 4, 2015.

This is a space to record memories of Pete for the many people who loved him.  Please add photos/videos/songs and stories in the gallery and story space.  To see Pete's Celebration of Life memorial service, click "Gallery," then "video."

Memorial Tributes
This tribute was added by John Shepard on 8th February 2016

"One of the best experiences I had going to Macalester was boarding with Kay Andrews and the Bischoff boys.  So much so that my wife knew to point out the news of Pete's passing in winter Macalester Today.  It breaks my heart.  I'll always remember Pete and his beat up silver Bridgestone bicycle, when all his friends were driving, Pete was happy to ride.  I remember him waking me up to give my opinion on photos he was considering submitting to the State Fair.  I remember his nappy hair and his gracious explanation to a white guy that didn't know better that, yes, black people comb their hair too.  He was a better man than he needed to be and just what everyone around him needed.  I haven't seen Pete in 28 years, but I miss him already."

This tribute was added by A'ja Henry on 22nd December 2015

"My name is A'ja Henry I am peters niece. I remember my uncle as clear as the heavenly waters, and every week Im by the still water, smiling and crying and giving thanks to God for successfully accepting peter into heaven and the afterlife. He is away from the body and with The Lord, and here on earth, we all wish to be with The Lord and away from the body, but everyday we do all we can to please thy lord and trust God that everything he does is rightgeous. The last time I spent significant time with my uncle was a year before his passing, and this is a memory of my uncle that in someways still lies in my conscious and floats through my head, however he and my dad, and myself all went to a Vikings and Bears game, and on the way to the game my uncle peter was trying to tell me something but my dad for some reason didnt want me to know, but whatever my uncle wanted me to know, he felt it was necessary for me to know, and to this day I dont know what he was trying to tell me. What I do know is we had sooo much fun that day, peter as usual bringing life to any situation. I have many more memories but that one sticks with me like gum on a shoe, I love you uncle peter and I miss you, I see your beautiful face and smile and I smile, you were so loved, beloved and you are love.
"Mysty morning dont see no sun, I know your out there somewhere, having fun. There is one mystery, I just cant express, to give your most, you receive your last. The power of philosophy floats through my head, light like a feather, heavy as lead. - OM Bob Marley"

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Kim Park Nelson


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