Christopher John "Chris" Peters

Another year of missing you at the Thanksgiving table and after, sprawled on the couch scoffing at the news. You are so often quoted by us, the remaining Peters family members......"Chris would say". Praying that you have found a place of peace and good health. My love remains with you forever, Mom.

As I start Thanksgiving cooking this early a.m. I reread my and others comments. What else can I say that I havent already. I have a bank full of dimes I've collected from everywhere in the house reminding me of you always finding them somewhere, too. How I wish we could be together again taking our walks and sharing our day. You were my first son whose love and support introduced me to new adventures. Peace to you Chris.

Dearest Chris, wherever you may be, another year of missing you, espeically Novembers as a reminder of when you left us, and again on christmas, your birthday. I believe you are watching over us and probably amused at the usual chaos of the Peters family. You are always in my thoughts, each day. Mom Nancy

Another year gone by, another November of remembrances: Jerry now gone, his birthday Nov. 20, our wedding Nov 21, 1954, and Chris' death, so sudden and shocking Nov. 21, 2016. Thank you to those of you who also remember Chris as the special person he was (and is), Even with the years gone by, I expect him to come down from his 3rd floor apartment to watch the news, stretched out on the couch, with remote in hand to flick off the commercials. Your years with me, my first born son, were...

The month of November is one of memories for me-husband jerry's birthday, our wedding so long ago and saddest of all times the death of my first born son Chris. As i reread these comments through the years i hope Chris knew he was a special person, appreciated by others not just me. I miss you so much dear son and friend as I shall each day every holiday, all year. Oh i am still finding dimes all over the place where I expect you left them for me to find. Love you,Chris.

Chris, Six years have passed it seems in a (stopped) heartbeat. I still look out my window into the Peters´ driveway expecting to maybe see you putzing in the flower bed, or garage. Mark, Shad and the guys will fondly remember you today during the Packers game.

A red male cardinal stopped by our yard yesterday and when I looked out this morning, there was a female cardinal with red beak in the forsythia tree. this reminded me again of the many walks we took and the delight we felt when we discovered Nature in our neighborhood. Like the family of young foxes that followed us until thier mother called them back, or the new plants coming up in the spring. Missing you as always and hoping your journey continues with happiness wherever you are. Mom

Missing Chris more and more as the years pass. The tulips he planted, the plants that pop up from his care still bloom reminding me of our walks and talks and how he would paternally pat me on the head even tho' I was the parent. How I would love to hear his views of the election and politics. Thank you Chris for being here for me those few 62 years and during your sickest times. Please rest peacefully now.

What a strange, unexpected but pleasant surprise to see this on my e-mail. It allows me to remember as I do again and again what a special man Chris was and how I miss him. So often on these crisp wintery eves, I hear Chris say "let's go for a walk" and how, sometimes, I inwardly groaned about going out in the cold. But we went enjoying not only our shared observations but our silent thoughts, too. You left us too soon, Chris. We needed you here. Your Mom.