We all have a history in memories we enjoy and some memories we prefer to forget. As I mature I find myself forgeting so many things I once remembered. I believe it is a blessing of age to rid our minds of all we don’t want to remember. Friends and soul relationships are never forgotten. An old memory came to me recently of playing on the beach with my brothers on my family’s lake front cottage as a young boy. So many happy summers where spent there with the love of family. One fatal day my youngest brother drowned while swimming with friends, he was only 14 years old and the youngest of my family. I will never forget him or the love I felt for him. Youngest brothers have a special place in our heart. I don’t know why I thought of him tonight at this odd hour of 2:30 AM but some sleepless nights bring about old memories. I Am grateful to have this picture to share of my brother and to write of Peter’s life and memory to share with the world.
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