When one battle is lost we all grieve.

I remember listening to Peter on the ABC radio station as I drove frantically home from school on the morning of Sept. 11th. I heard him as he watched the second tower fall and I remember the long silence. I could hear the tears in his voice as he tried to help us understand what was happening. I watched him on the TV when I arrived home with his shirt sleeves peeled back and his heart shining through.

Damn this cancer and all that it steals from us!

We will miss you!

Cindy