Peter B. Rothenberg

I am coming very late to the gathering, but the shock is still unbelievable. I know Peter (and all of you) through Eve. I was her favorite student, and even if that's not true, she would approve of my saying that. Knowing Peter through Eve means that although I am younger than him, I saw him and the entire family through the lens of his mother: Peter was simply perfect. His compassion was only matched by his brilliance. Eve was so proud of him for who he was, how he showed up, how he treated others, how successful he was, how he chose to face his battle w. MS. Even Peter's imperfections were imperfectly perfect. His daughters Jamie Rose and Ryanne always brought joy to Eve. She loved to share how they are setting the world on fire. They are the perfection of Peter's perfect. Through this lens, Peter's wife Robin, not so perfect, but honestly, does any Jewish mother feel anyone is good enough for her son, especially a son like Peter? (Although through a different lens, Robin is a rockstar). Multiple photos of Peter, Eric and Nick together graced her apartments in both SM and Malibu: the three musketeers, los tres amigos, her three sons. Family was everything to Eve, and she said that her boys made her time with that schmuck of a husband worthwhile in the end. They lit up her world. That her boys each gave her granddaughters further shows what obedient sons they were. The devotion Eve had for Peter, Nick and Erik, and they for her makes this loss unspeakable. I have been crying all morning, feeling a glimpse of what Eve would feel were she ever to know. Thankfully, she won't. Nothing can make this better or easier. I am so very sorry. The brutal and unexpected loss of Peter hits hard. It sucks. All we can do is be grateful for and cherish the time we had with him, and with Eve, and hold each other more closely, appreciating the time we still have together.