Peter Michael McMurry

Peter was a lovely, well spoken individual. His strong intellect stood out from the moment I met him. I so enjoyed working with Peter. He was a special person.

I have just found an email from Peter dated 2006. I was lucky enough to meet him at a writing workshop and to have met with him a few times afterwards, too. He had a sharp mind, a sparkling intellect, and a kind, passionate heart. I had wanted to look up what he was up to, a few years later, especially because I knew he had health struggles, but I couldn't remember his last name and was off yahoo mail. So it's with mixed emotions that I found this paper printout of an email and found this...

I only knew Peter as a toddler and young child. He was extraordinary, even then. My heart goes out to his parents and brother. Eve

Missing Peter... and can't imagine how hard this time is for his loving family members. He thought the world of his family! I will miss our rare opportunities to catch up when I visit NYC from NC. He was a good friend during a difficult time in my life. He will not be forgotten.

To Peter's family and all
who loved him,
I am so sorry for your loss. I got to know Peter through the class Facebook page. He was kind, witty and really, really smart. I am glad he is free but sorry for us and the space he left. He will be so missed. With deepest condolences. Peace to your hearts.
Monica Jaworowicz Finocchiaro

My deepest condolences to all of Peters family. Although I did not know him in person, he has touched our entire college class in a profound way, and I am grateful to him for that. I will always hold his memory in my heart.

Farewell, big brother.
I remember exploring the creek with you in our backyard in Soquel.
I remember sharing a bedroom as little kids and lying awake and talking in our beds on Christmas Eve, too excited to sleep.
I remember playing Robinson Crusoe with you on the beach in Hawaii before the parents were awake.
I remember biking one-handed to Cayuga Heights school, basketballs under our arm, to shoot hoops and talk for hours.
I remember those summers right after...