Curtis Lee Peterson

Hard to believe it has been almost 15 years since we lost you, dear friend. My thoughts keep returning to you today, 02/02/2020. I hope you have the best seat in the house from Heaven to watch your Chiefs take on the 49ers in Super Bowl 54. Miss you always, buddy!

It has been 6 years since Curt left us. Six years that I have still thought of him every day, and five and a half years that I am so grateful that I can see some of his expressions, his mannerisms, and his quirks in the daughter he never got to know.

There will always be a part of me that belongs to Curt, part that wonders what he would think about something or how he would handle a situation I may be facing in my own class. But no matter how hard we may wish it would, time does...

I am in search of contacting Curtis's parent whom we have lost touch over the years. If someone knows how to reach them or his wife Karen please contact me via facebook/Lisa Hawkins or [email protected]

I am DEEPLY sadenned to have come across this in searching the web...
I feel compelled to tell a story (something that Curt was so good at)
Curt and I grew up together, met at church and had a friendship that was more like brotherhood/family. I remember when he broke his leg at school, slipping on a piece of paper and his parents were away on business and so I volunteered to take him to school and pick him up so he wouldn't have to negotiate a trip on the bus with crutches. I was...

Mr. Peterson,

It's funny, I still have vivid memories of your class. Where I sat. Who sat around me. That little marked corner of the white board where you wrote down the Bonus Factoid. A camera on a tripod in the back of the room pointed at the students' desk, which I was forever weary of-- lest you turn it on when taking a quick trip to the bathroom or water fountain in order to record our rowdy behavior when you were gone. Then, the second you returned, we were all acting like...

I just found this obit and guestbook today, I don't know if it's even appropriate for me to comment. Curt was my first boyfriend. I met him at a KC Youth for Christ summer camp the year I was 16. We dated for only a short time, about three months I think, hard to remember now. I lived in Topeka and would drive to KC for the YFC meetings, and one time he drove to Topeka and stayed with my family so we could go out and have a proper date. He broke up with me when an old girlfriend came...

More than two years later, I find that I am still impacted by the life of Curtis Peterson. 8th grade was six years ago but because of his history class, I now find myself as a history major.

The best teacher I have ever had.

As we near the one year aniversary of Mr.Peterson's death I kept thinking about what I could do. I wanted to write a letter to Mr. Peterson's family so they could know all of that Mr. Peterson ment to me, and so his child and child to-be could learn about him. Mr. Peterson is a man I will never forget. I still have the piece of paper with his famous quote
"come to the edge" he told them
"no it is too high" they said
"come to the edge" he said again
"no we will fall"...

The Peterson Family,

I sit in stunned disbelief in the news of Curt's passing. Although it has been decades since I last had contact with him, my sorrow for your loss is deep.

Curt was a wonderful friend and generous spirit. All of our lives are less now that he is no longer of this world.

Curt using role play to teach was such a Curt thing to do. He enjoyed it in college and thrived when he was learining and it's great that he passed that love on...