I thought about speaking at the memorial service but, I'm not very articlulate especially when I'm in front of a group of people. Peter and Faith came to me as their personal trainer. I can't remember the year I started with them but it was I think around 2000. I came to their house in Newtown on I think it was Tue. and Sunday night. 7:30 on Sunday night! Who else do you know that would want to exercise at 7:30 Sunday night. I started with Faith and shortly thereafter Peter joined us. I always enjoyed training them cause I felt like a member of their family. They said and did most anything in front of me. I always knew that the night would be interesting. After I opened my own studio in Redding Peter came to me for several months. At the time Faith was working. Peter was always in a good mood. His wit was abounding. He always made me laugh. We had many incredible conversations and one thing was very clear he loved Faith so much. I saw them go through many ups and downs but, one thing was always very clear to me, Peter loved Faith so much. He told me many times how intelligent and funny and in a facinating way also mysterious she was. Peter was always so real. I visited Peter when he first had surgery and he was just the same. Smiling and brave. He was going to beat a disease I know he knew was terminal. He kept that brave face and made me believe that he believed that he was going to beat this. The last time I talked to Peter was about 1 month ago. I called him to ask him and Fatih to dinner. He said, " I only have one more little hospital thing and we'll get together" He probably we wouldn't but never let on. He was more concerned with his friends feelings than his own. I will miss him dearly. Anne Carpender

We're so glad we had the opportunity to meet Peter...we were both impressed with his kindness and gentleness, and we know he will be greatly missed by all those who had the priviledge of knowing him. Dale and Laura

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripended grain, I am the gental autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. Attributed to Mary Elizabeth Frye