It broke my heart to hear of Peters passing. He could always be counted on to keep in touch with those of us still in Brooklyn....going down memory lane, giving us family news and offering love and support. I remember many occasions over the years spending time laughing and sharing meals with him.
Whenever I wound up having a long conversation with him I would invariably recall the story Vivien told of one call between Aunt Jean and Peter that resulted in her having to run over to Jeans in the wee wee hours to check on her and see if everything was OK as Jean had stopped responding to him in the middle of their talk. It turned out she had just been lullabied to dreamland with his comforting talk and sweet demeanor.
In these later years when I looked at him I sometimes thought I was seeing my Aunt Laura, the warmest, gentlest person there ever was. Like his mother he was always accepting and caring, ready to share a smile, his time and his love.
I will miss him very much.
