Peter D. Erkkinen

Peter Erkkinen Obituary

HYANNIS Peter D. Erkkinen, 55, of Hyannis, died unexpectedly, Sunday, Sept. 21, 2008. He was born in Waltham, son of Deborah (Sewall) Erkkinen Finnegan of Acton, and the late Joseph Erkkinen. Mr. Erkkinen was employed as a painter and was an avid fisherman. He had been a resident of Cape Cod since 1969. In addition to his mother, he is survived by two sons, Robert of Hyannis and Andrew of Groton; three brothers, Phillip Erkkinen of Derry, N.H., James Finnegan of Ashburnham, and Matthew Finnegan of North Brookfield; four sisters, Tamar Vernatter of Shirley, Rosemary Merrill of Clinton, Martha Muffoletto of Shirley and Rebecca Finnegan of Clinton, and seven grandchildren. He was the brother of the late Paul Erkkinen. Visiting hours will be Wednesday, Sept. 24, from 5 to 8 p.m., at the Fowler-Kennedy Funeral Home, 42 Concord St., Maynard. A funeral Mass will be celebrated Thursday, Sept. 25, at 10 a.m., in St. Isidores Church, Great Road (Rte. 117) Stow.

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Published by MetroWest Daily News on Sep. 23, 2008.

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Stephen Colleton

September 28, 2018

Been thinking on how to get in touch lost contact since I saw you down at the cape talked once on the you where living in Ashland some where remember all the times we went hunting rest in peace.

September 20, 2011

Peter it has been three years and I keep
thinking I should call you...it doesn't get much easier Mom

August 10, 2010

Peter, Debe is with you now and I hope
you are happy to be together ..
I miss you both so very much but this thought makes it easier for me
love Mom

Martha Muffoletto

October 24, 2008

We were blessed to have had him in our lives. He was a good big brother and he had a way of letting you know he cared without words. He was a quiet, gentle and comforting presence when he was around. I always described him as a wise and gentle old soul. He had a look in his eyes that made you think he knew far more than the rest of us and it gave me peace some how. I think at times he felt he had nothing to give...If he only knew how many he touched with his kind and loving spirit. I miss you Peter, rest peacefully. I love you. Martha

Caitlin Erkkinen

September 30, 2008

My Uncle Peter. He was such an amazing person. He was my father's best friend. If there was one thing I will always remember is his smile and the fact that in every picture I have of him he has a fish. My grandmother has burried two children so far. Loosing a child is a horrible thing. He was a great man. Thanksgiving will never be the same. Aunt Deb, I love you and you will always be my family. He will forever be in my heart. He lives on in heaven and I bet he is fishing up there too !! I will love you always. And thank you for my fishing pole. I will always keep it in memory of you.

Fred Kerle

September 29, 2008

dear family and friends it was an honor to meet peters family Deb you are in my prayers and Peter is watching the stripe bass turn around in Portsmith NH and coming back through the Cape Cod Canal fred

September 27, 2008

September 24, 2008

Being the youngest of a large extended family, Peter the oldest, He seemed like a giant to me. Strong, mysteriously quiet, seemingly always observing, might be a bit intimidating to someone so much younger. But thats never how I felt. There was a certain warmth that would emanate from him, a special softness in his eyes, that always made me feel safe and loved in his presence. I will never forget!

cookie kelley

September 23, 2008

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Poetry Foundation