Holly & Heather’s Helpful Hint: Celebrate Life!

by helpinghandstwins

Remembering our Uncle Peter, part two….

Last week we wrote about losing our Uncle Peter to pancreatic cancer. We would like to dedicate this blog to his memory and focus on celebrating his life.

Uncle Peter was a powerful male role model for us growing up and loved to have a great conversation with a good cup of coffee.   When we spoke of starting this blog almost two years ago, he was very encouraging.  He was excited to read about whatever we were writing about and loved a good dialogue.  He had such incredible knowledge about a wide variety of topics and had very researched opinions (see 8/8/13 Be Kind to Animals & 3/7/13 Internet Protection for Kids).  Our Uncle Peter was one of our biggest supporters, always commenting on our topics with either insight, humor or love.  His last comment dated this past January 9th is hard for us to read today.  He was always in our corner.

So in his memory, we would like to share a quintessential “Uncle Peter” story.  It speaks to his jovial spirit and we hope that, whether you knew him or not, you enjoy it. And remember to cherish each day of your journey…..

It was sometime in the mid 80’s and Hurricane Gloria was about to rip thru Long Island.  Uncle Peter, our aunt and cousins headed over to our house because they didn’t have a basement and we all thought it would be safer if we had to go underground.  After they arrived, we were standing at the front door looking outside as the winds were blowing down power lines and tree branches.  Our dad decided he had to go to work and we were all trying to convince him not to go.  As he headed out into his car, Uncle Peter followed him outside.  He wrapped his arms in a big bear hug around the huge oak tree in our front yard.  He let the wind pick up his legs and he held on, entire body parallel to the ground, huge grin on his face.  He stayed like that for what seemed like minutes as we watched and laughed.  Then Uncle Peter came back into the house with all of us girls, his family, until the storm passed.

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