But, the sun never sets is the idea behind eternal life. That’s a life I want to have with him.

I love Peter and I miss him. I look forward to seeing him again. We had a conversation in one of my dreams just a month ago. He was in a nice kitchen making a terrific meal and we were talking about a movie. He had a pony tail like he always liked, and he was thin and looking at his best. It was his kitchen, just the way he liked it, or…dreamed it to be.

I plan on that meal being real one day. I can’t wait to see him in person. I’ll see you soon, Peter.

I love my brother and he is with me now. His spirit has been freed and I believe that what the world saw of my brother was a pale reality to what was just under the surface. A radiance that was Peter was waking up again, and it was that old friend of mine who used to sit next across from me in his room, me in mine, in the dead of winter -us both looking at each other as we shivered and tried to warm ourselves up on the heaters on the floor. He taught me not to smoke, even though he was cranking them down faster than you could imagine -Filterless Pall Malls at that.

We had years together in California. We traveled everywhere from San Francisco down to Santa Monica. We played pac-man together the day it came out. We saw Raiders of the Lost Ark on opening weekend. We watched movies from up inside a projector booth when we were eight and twelve respective. We stayed up late and managed movie theaters and watched prints of movies till 4 in the morning. We cried together, laughed together, experienced the best and worst of life together. He saw me through hell once for as long as he could. He helped me find myself again.

There are so many things to say about a man I love so much. I can’t stop crying a I write this. I can’t say anymore than I want to hold him again and tell him I love him in a place where the sun never sets.

As a writing professional, I was truly in awe of the ability he possessed. Peter found the words to express thoughts most of us can’t hope to formulate. A mind that can do that operates on a level few of us touch. I envied that ability of his and relished the opportunity to hear him read his writing.

In March, I sent an email after a particularly stunning piece of writing aired on WFIU. Here’s part of what I sent to Peter:

“Everything you write is just beautifully done, and this was just outstanding. Your word choice in particular was just perfect. My wife was driving back from Binford this morning and I saw her just after it aired and I asked if she heard it too. She paid what I consider one of the best compliments ever. In her English classes, she uses a short Truman Capote essay in which she asks the students to find the unnecessary words. Once you analyze it, you realize there are no wasted words whatsoever. She said your review was comparable to the Capote piece.”

Peter was a rare talent and a rare person. Phrases he wrote pop up in my head all the time. I hope we all realize how lucky we were to know him and enjoy his work.

Hey Peter, take care man.

Nancy