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Peter Kiran David Mattson

Vancouver, Washington

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PETER KIRAN DAVID MATTSON January 3rd, 1998 ~ June 15th, 2015 Peter's journey began January 3rd, 1998. We searched the world for Peter and adopted him aged 10 months old from the Missions to the Nation Orphanage in Andhra Pradesh, India. Peter had a way of inspiring, and...

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Peter, you were a perfect part of our family. We all miss you terribly.

Even after all this time, I still grieve for the loss of Peter. I had the privilege of getting to know him during my sister's piano lessons, and enjoyed playing with him. Being able to witness the different stages of his life from infant to young adulthood was a true pleasure. I cherish his smile and how he brought joy to those around him. His passing was heartbreaking, and my thoughts go to his family and those close to him. Rest in peace, Peter.

Remembering peter on this day and always and holding you all close to my heart. ❤

I will never forget this wonderful young man / much love to Allan and Sue.

We are heartbroken over the loss of your dear Peter. We hope that the love and prayers of family and friends gives some comfort until you meet again.

Susan and Allan we are so terribly shaken over the loss of Peter. We took his ever present smile and charm for granted. He had a way of making people feel like he had their back, like he would accomplish anything he put his mind to. He was so well spoken and had this light that just came from his soul. I really can't fathom the depths of your pain but know that you are not alone. Know also that you raised 2 wonderful sons. Alex is such a fine young man and family has to be about...

Allan, Sue and Alex, words are not enough, just know how special Peter was to all of us. Thoughts and prayers.

I often look to the stars at night, and think about life. Since that night, I've thought of it differently. We are all born of the stars, Peter was and is no different. Peter has returned since, to his place amongst the skies. I see a bright, new little star in the sky while I gaze, and I become fixed on that, single star. I softly whisper Peter's and my own name, and I know, in a way, that he is smiling back, and doing the same.

Thank you for being in our lives, Peter, and...