It's with a very heavy heart that we announce Peter's passing, on Sunday July 24, 2022. He died unexpectedly from natural causes while taking an afternoon nap, and we are grieving immensely.
A memorial was held in his honor, and a recording of the livestream can be found under the Events tab.
This online memorial page is also a place to collect your testimonials: a message, a memory, an anecdote or a photo. Or you are welcome to email a tribute about Peter to anyone in the immediate family.
For those who wish to make a donation in Peter's memory, please consider The National MS Society (see link below).
Thank you for your love and prayers for Peter’s gorgeous soul.
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| Name | Peter B. Rothenberg |
| Date of Birth | May 11th, 1958 |
| Date of Death | July 24th, 2022 |
| In Memoriam Donation | The National Multiple Sclerosis Society |
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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.
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I'm finding some comfort in memories of my brother that make me smile, like the moment captured in this photo. I was helping him clear weeds from the stone pathway in front of the Fall City house. While on my hands and knees prying stubborn weeds from the cracks, I suddenly hear the sound of both a flame thrower and Peter's laugh - at roughly equal volume. Yet another "brilliant idea" from my brother: as he begins to scorch not only the weeds, but the decorative wood border along the pathway. All that mattered to Peter was that he was getting the job done efficiently, and having an absolute blast in the process!
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I met Peter thru our daughters Fall City soccer team. As dads we attended, encouraged and provided vocal support during games! I believe he had the idea of dads playing in the over-40’s Greater Seattle Soccer League and we actually practiced at Fall City Elementary School. We had uniforms but needed a team name so Peter called us the Maccabi’s-I thought what an interesting Scottish name so I asked him who’s Scottish on the team and he said Maccabi was famous Israel General who led his troops to victory just like the inspiration he was giving us first time soccer dads! Ok so now we had to play and how we first timers really took to the “beautiful game” of soccer! Played a couple years together and really enjoyed the commaraderie of just kicking the ball around! As Fall City neighbors we interacted off the soccer team as well-planted gardens, did some yoga and watched our daughters grow into mature young ladies-how special. His affliction with MS touched us all as I have a sister in law also suffering from this disease. My heart goes out to his daughter’s and Robin’s loss! RIP Peter
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I'm very sad to hear of Peter's death as he was one of my favorite brothers from the iGroup circle in which we met, and I sat for a number of years.
I discontinued my attendance quite a few years ago and had not seen him since then.
However his sudden and unexpected death was a little uncanny as he came into my mind right around the time he died, which I take as a strong connection, despite not seeing him for many years.
I felt seen and very much appreciated by his wild, generous and loving soul, and only wish I'd heard his voice a little stronger and reached out sooner to reconnect.
Such is life, but I offer my heartfelt blessing to his soul and living family to say how delighted I was to have met him and made the brief connection I did. I know he and I really had a lovely, if short friendship.
Since he appreciated my piano music I'd like to offer an original piece of mine as a tribute to him, and my memory of the gift he was to me and all who knew him. Peter Rothenberg Aho!
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I am adding a fav Mary Oliver poem that I feel speaks rather aptly to Peter's blessed life and love.
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
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Correction I wrote the below for Peter’s retirement party not his birthday.
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I just heard the sad news that Peter passed away. My condolences to Robyn, Jaime Rose, and Ryann, and to his brothers and extended family. Below is something I wrote about Peter for his 60th birthday. It’s as good as anything new I could say today.
On Mar 8, 2015, at 11:53 PM, Lawrence wrote:
Well now, where to begin ? It was somewhat like love at first sight, or love at second blush, or maybe both when it came to Peter and the Heyman's. 1st my brother Michael, then my father and I. We just adored Peter. Plain and simple.
Peter was so warm and engaging. Peter was unafraid to push his agenda and thoughts on how to sell more products to our customers. Peter could manufacture selling magic, making something from almost nothing. Peter was passionate and unrelenting, positive and provacative, funny and hilarious. Peter "wore his heart on his sleeve" and was loved by our customers.
And Peter was a great friend to me. One of the closest friends I ever had the experience of having.
Peter began selling our company products when Heyman licensed the Boston Trader brand for men's and women's socks, and Peter was working for Boston Traders. It didn't take long before we asked Peter to join Heyman full time. And it was a a marriage made in heaven for a long time. Peter's sales went up, up, and up. Peter became Vice President of Sales. Peter made Walmart happen. Peter made JC Penney happen. Peter made Costco happen. Peter was our go getter, knock em dead, open the door to any and every account thought to be to tough or impossible to crack.
I fondly used to call him Peanut Butter Rothenberg (PBR) in deference to how truly smooth he was. I used to call him The Silverado Kid because he always made me conjure up the thought of the smooth as silk gunslinger in a floor length western style leather coat who when he needed to, could stand straight faced and dead serious in front of the biggest customer and tell that customer exactly what he wanted and needed from them, even though the situation looked bleak, or was a longshot to begin with.
Peter is a true one of a kind. A legend in his own time. In the 92 years that our company existed, Peter was up there with the very few who made big, big, big things happen, and I'm talking the very few as in maybe 10 people who had the most impact on the company during their time at Heyman, and that includes my grandfather and founder HD Heyman, my father Leonard Heyman, my brother Michael, and myself.
Peter was a natural at what he did. He was born to to do what he did. He was known for what he did far and wide. His reputation often preceded him.
Need I say any more ? Yes I really should. So I'll say it again. It was love at first site. For both my brother and I. No doubt about it.
In the case of Peter Rothenberg, there is and will forever be, only one like him.
Peter, relax and enjoy yourself and your family. You deserve it. You earned it. You did it your way.
With the warmest regards and some of the fondest memories possible, I write these words.
Your old friend,
Larry Heyman
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I will always remember Peter as a fun-loving, yet justice-minded guy who saw the world both as it is with all its flaws--and as should be, with more fairness and love to go around. Peter offered plenty of both, with his kind-heartedness and generosity, his laughter and smiles. I felt welcomed from the moment I was introduced to the gregarious, energetic, and food-oriented Rothenberg family. And that was in no small part thanks to Peter:-) You will be missed, dear brother-in-law.
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i learned of Peter's passing a few days ago from a mutual friend. I had the pleasure of meeting Peter when we both decided we were old enough to have our Bar Mitzvah back in the early 2000's. It was a great group of people to share the experience. Peter brought his wry sense of humor, dedication, intelligence and fun during this important stage of our lives, And he opened his house for the Party afterwards. I will miss you, Peter!
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Peter entered my life about 15 years ago, and he became one of my dear friends. We were part of group of friends who loved hanging out together. As most of us know, Peter was one of a kind. No matter the occasion Peter would generally have some astute commentary on some worldwide issue, while also slipping in a joke or some kind of wise crack, with that twinkle in his eye and his smile. Peter had that rough, unpolished exterior, with a keen intelligence and the softest most lovable heart.
I always admired his intelligence, wit, social ability, athletic abilities, humor,cooking skills and his simple and honest down to earthiness. Peter was never pretentious. He did not hesitate to share his opinion. He was comfortable in his skin. And he was always there for others. In some respects I saw him as a Renaissance man. It seemed he could talk on any subject and do just about anything. Although Peter surely had to slow it down in recent years, his persona and his presence was so big, so animated, that it is very hard to comprehend that he is not here, so very present in our lives. So….perhaps he is. He remains with us. But boy, I will miss the guy. One big messy mush cake. You gotta love him.
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In 1994, after working together very successfully for 7 years I left my family business and started my own company. Peter was crushed to be left behind but my new firm was very small and had little money. We did keep in touch regularly though for the next few years so I was aware that his professional career was succeeding at an even higher level. That was good for him but we both knew that it made it more unlikely that we could ever work together again.
Peter continued working in my family business but several years later were able to reconnect our business relationship.
After Peter got diagnosed and especially after he retired, we began to connect more often. A few years later I too became ill. Peter was very close to me prior and during my cancer journey even flying to Chicago in sub zero January weather to comfort me as I prepared for my upcoming treatment.
Surviving treatment I was left with some very specific disabilities though far different than Peter’s. He was one of a handful of close friends who truly understood what I dealt with every day. To me I thought he was the disabled one. To Peter just because you could see someone’s disability it didn’t make it better or worse.
As Peter’s walking became more problematical we visited he and Robin in 2017. They took us for a hike to Rattlesnake Point. He barely made it from parking lot to the trail head and then sat down telling us to go ahead, that he would meet us up top after resting. II wasn’t in that good of shape myself and it took me quite a while to get up there. Robin and Claire were waiting and guess who was standing there with them? Right. Somehow he must have sucked up all of his energy and found his way to the top without me seeing him. I was blown away at his will power when he set his mind to something. In a way it was similar to what I’ve seen him accomplish in his sales career. He always had a way to figure out a deal no matter how much the odds were that he couldn’t. He never took no for answer.
In the time since his passing I have continued walking thousands of steps every day. I think of Peter non stop and feel cheated by not getting to see him and travel together in France.
Peter often introduced me as his boss or former boss. I would just have preferred to be called his friend.
Peter, I love you and will miss you forever.
Michael
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13,000 Steps
I have known Peter for almost 40 years. We met through work and our personal friendship slowly developed over the years.
Claire and I are spending the summer in France and we were supposed to pick Peter up at a train station in Brittany this Wednesday and travel together for 12 days. We learned of his passing the day after it happened.
In the Alps the next morning I did something that Peter could have done. I was taking a gondola up the mountain to meet family members who were mountain biking. When I went to buy my ticket I learned there were 2 gondolas going to different areas. Just as Peter might have, I chose the wrong one. Twenty minutes later I emerged from my lift and looked around at the various trail signs. I picked the one that was named for the village below. I proceeded to walk down over 13,000 steps to the village. I never saw another hiker so I guess it wasn’t a popular trail. But mostly I had a lot of quiet time and couldn’t stop thinking about Peter and all that we shared over the years.
Claire and I are sad and also disappointed to miss our time together. Last year during his first travel post Covid, Peter and Rose went to California to visit his mother. Peter was to then visit us in southwest Utah, visits I always looked forward to. You all know this ending…..he decided to hop on a scooter and tore his Achilles’ tendon. Back to Seattle. I never did see him again except on FaceTime.
I’m guessing that todays stories are largely shared by all of you, his family and his Seattle friends. I thought I’d give you some memories of your father, brother, husband, cousin and friend that may be different.
In 1987 Peter was visiting Chicago on a work trip. He was asking to be considered as a full time Vice President of sales for our family business. I knew I wanted him and he knew he could do the job well but I think part of me was drawn to the charm that was the magnet called Peter. Bottom line was by hiring him, I could spend more time with him. Anyway I said yes but with the caveat that he move his family to Chicago. First, it was the headquarters of the company, and second it was more central in the country and he would have to travel a lot. Being centered geographically would allow more time at home with his own young family. He insisted on staying in Seattle, an early indication of a stubborn guy and one who did not embrace change well.
From the earliest days we worked together, Peter would stay at my house while in Chicago which seemed pretty frequent like every couple of months. My sons were about 2 and 4 and Peter offered my wife and I a night off. He said he would cook and feed the kids. Four year old David was a particularly poor eater as are lots of kids. He ate any combination of bread and cheese….grilled cheese sandwiches, pizza, quesadillas you get the picture. We get home from our evening and 4 year old David rushes to the door. I asked him why he was so excited. He said “Peter taught me a new food. It’s called chicken”. Leave it to Peter to change a 4 years olds eating habits in one meal.
Later Peter was lobbying for a company car. While he did have some local Seattle area customers, most of his business was so far from Seattle that it would have been more appropriate to buy him an airplane. This discussion went on for months, Peter was relentless. We ended up giving him a monthly allowance to buy or lease something, then, being far away in Chicago we simply forgot about it.
Months later Peter was in Chicago and my brother and I were flying back to Seattle with him for some appointments. We get to the gate at O’Hare and Peter, one of the great all time frequent fliers and colossal schmoozer sheepishly turns to me and tells me that he had been upgraded to first class and he knew we were not. He says no worries, I’ve got a fool proof plan. He walks up to the gate agent and says, “I’ve got a little problem. I’m traveling with my bosses and I’m in first class and they are not. How about this? If you can upgrade them it would mean a lot to me and to thank you, I’ll write a letter to your boss acknowledging how you went above and beyond your job to help an American Airlines customer.” The agent smiled and replied, “that’s very nice of you but I gave my 2 weeks notice last week”.
Now Peter comes back to the seats to tell us and, of course, is somewhat embarrassed. We board the flight. At baggage claim he tells us he will go get the car and swing around to pick us up. We had a bunch of bags including samples for the appointments. Ten minutes later a small 2 door car pulls up and Peter jumps out. We stare at the car wondering why he didn’t bring his new company car so we could fit. “This is the company car” he happily explained. He had bought a small cute looking Ford Probe I guess because he liked it. We were barely able to fit the 3 of us plus bags. I’m also pretty certain he seldom used it to entertain clients. We joked about the Probe for years
Peter had one of the most engaging smiles of all time. He drew interest from people, even strangers. Our whole business group was attending a multi day sales meeting in Dallas at some random hotel. The afternoon meetings were finishing and we were all going to our rooms to rest before a dreaded dinner at a place called Medieval Times, a sort of dinner show where you had to eat with your hands just like they did way back when. Well Peter being a foodie and me being a snob, neither of us really wanted to go to the dinner but our attendance was required. We were to meet in the lobby at 6:00.
About 6:15 Peter gets off the elevator smiling, holding a handful of tickets. Turns out he met a woman in the elevator who randomly asked him if he wanted tickets to see Bruce Springsteen that night. 8 tickets, free just because of his smile. We went to Medieval Times for an obligatory hour then a bunch of us ducked out to see The Boss.
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When I think of Peter, I think of the Rio Samba rose. It is bright oranges, yellows and reds, and goes through a beautiful transition as it opens more and more to life. Peter grew and shared such beautiful roses but those stand out. The bright expansive warmth of them, the gregarious nature of all the color and the commitment they show to growth. I loved all the time we spent at Robin and Peter’s house eating food that fed both heart and soul and the time I spent carpooling with him to the clay studio. And taking clay class with him. His ability to dive in, to make mistakes, to be bold and accepting of mistakes was inspiring. I felt completely at home around him. I loved how he could get so happily messy and make rich earthy beautiful things in the process. He truly is one of the people who spent his life making the world a better place in a million ordinary but incredibly important ways. I am so thankful to have called him a friend. Thank you Peter. My heart goes out to Ryanne and Rose. It is so hard to lose a beloved parent so young. And to Robin, the surprise is so hard. Big hugs to all of you. The memorial service what a beautiful tribute to a genuinely wonderful man. Lovely words from everyone. I really appreciated the rabbi’s presence. So much heart was shared.
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For the past year and a half we spoke or texted daily and he visited me in Palm Springs twice which was a break for him trying to get the house ready to sell and taking care of other business. I loved having him here. Feeling a huge void…(I don’t understand why the photo is sideways)
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I just learned of Peter’s passing. When I think of Peter, I think of good food, family and friends, all gathered round to celebrate life. I think of generosity and inclusion. Always a warm smile and always a can do attitude
His memory shall be a blessing
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Peter and I took his grandchildren to a production at Kirkland Performance Center. He told Amira I was his best friend and she said “that’s just ridiculous. Probably because we rarely saw each other or talked outside of our group of friends, but we always had a close connection and he was one of the people in my life who just “get it.”
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Words can’t express how unfair for Uncle Peter to be taken so soon. I will always appreciate and remember his big heart, smile and laugh. His vivacity will always be unparalleled in our family and community.
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Peter was the first friend I made when we arrived in Seattle in 1986. He had a lifelong love of the water, Lake Washington and water skiing. In the mid 90's he bought a vintage ski boat. He was so proud and happy with that boat, one that he had lusted after ever since he was a teenager. He had a friend that lived on right on the shore of lake Washington and they allowed Peter to tie his boat up to their dock. Peter could drive the family Subaru right up to the dock and go boating. Life was goodness and light. it was the perfect summer.
One afternoon after going out on his boat, Peter came back only to find the Subaru wagon up to its steering wheel in Lake Washington. It had jumped out of gear and rolled into the lake. In a panic he opened the rear hatch and swam to the driver seat, put the car in reverse and using the starter backed the car out of the lake. After opening all the doors and letting the water drain out, he turned the key and miraculously the engine started. Thinking quickly, he drove to the nearest Jiffy Lube, with the car belching great amounts of white smoke. Being in Seattle and on busy Sand Point Way, people were honking and yelling at him the whole way. Once there, he told the mechanics to keep changing the oil till there was no longer any water in the engine. IT WORKED! The family drove that car for years afterwards. but it always had a peculiar smell. No matter what Peter did or how much he spent he could not get rid of that smell. I told him he should hang a Playboy bunny odor eliminator from the rearview mirror, but I guess he never thought that would be appropriate. Anyhow, the family drove that car, with its peculiar smell for a long time and then to my amazement he even sold it to someone. It wasn’t long after that Peter sold the boat and never bought another. For Peter, life always seemed like an adventure. Got to love that guy.
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Ha! Those are the details of the Subaru story I needed to be reminded of. I mostly remember that smell. Thanks for sharing!
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I am just finishing Peter’s most recent book recommendation, Skeletons on the Zahara by Dean King. It is a story of unimaginable hardship and survival against infinite odds.
Peter and I often discussed our shared reads. I will miss talking with him about this one.
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Sometimes people come into your life that are just meant to play a larger role than you could have ever imagined. Peter and I met in 1990 (maybe 1991) when I moved to Seattle from Hawaii and went to work with him in the Seattle apparel mart. I could not have predicted that he would become one of my dearest friends for over 30 years, but I am forever grateful he did.
There are many things I remember about Peter with a smile.
He was a bit of a mess. I used to laugh because within 10 minutes of being in the showroom, he would have spilled coffee on his desk and/or dripped jelly on his shirt. But I came to love that about him over the years.
Peter took me to great restaurants, where I learned to appreciate amazing food and delicious wine. I can still see his eyeball roll when I would share that I chose wine that has a 'pretty label'.
I have retold his story about driving his Subaru into the lake but it still ran and so he kept driving it for a long time after it dried out. We often rode to appointments together in that car and there was always a faint mildew smell he swore he never noticed.
Peter was amazing to watch as he crafted a deal over the phone, often offering prices he was not authorized to offer but knew he could convince the Heyman's to approve later because the deal was so worth it.
He taught me how to shout my order over the crowd at Ivar's on the wharf.
As our work relationship morphed into one of great friends, there were many long discussions about life, politics, family, love. Often these would take place over an amazing piece of salmon he grilled and more wine from his collection. There was always a casual comfort between Peter and myself. I knew I could tell him anything and I believe he felt the same.
Peter showed me what amazing strength and courage in the face of adversity really looked like. I remember one visit, before the MS had taken all his strength, we went on a long hike with Bella and Max up Rattlesnake Ridge. When we got to the top, he was so proud of himself for making it all the way up. And he even commented that it might be the last time he would be able to do that. It was a special memory with him.
I thought there would be more time with him. More long conversations over great wine. I knew in my heart there would come a moment when I would have to say a final goodbye to him. My heart is so very sad that I did not have the chance to tell him one last time how very much I loved him, how very important he was to me, how much I would miss his laughter, his bear hugs, his wisdom and his friendship. I hope he knew.
I wish you peace my dear friend. Thank you for sharing your spirit with me...
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A sweet photo our cousin Bev wanted to post, with Peter's wonderful smile beaming.
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Heartbroken to hear of Peter's passing. I will always remember him for his big grin that lit up the room, his warm embraces, and his love and talent for cuisine. Peter was one of the kindest and gentlest souls I have ever known. He was taken from us way too soon. May his memory be a blessing.
Love,
Amy, Amanda and Jackson
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Peter....he was a very gracious host, a superb chef and a joyous human being. My fondest memories of Peter always have him smiling. Often when we came to Seattle we were able to break bread with him and Robin and it was always very enjoyable. Rest in Peace friend and share your skills with others so they can enjoy too. Love Connie and Lowell
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Reflecting on my memories of Peter, I am most struck by his resilience. Through many difficult events, he gently joked, smiled wide, and often redirected his energy toward helping others. Holding these memories in my heart and sending my deep sympathies. May Peter's memory be a blessing.
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oops, I meant to post this as a separate tribute - my apologies. RE-posted above.
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Reflecting on my memories of Peter, I am most struck by his resilience. Through many difficult events, he gently joked, smiled wide, and often redirected his energy toward helping others. Holding these memories in my heart and sending my deep sympathies. May Peter's memory be a blessing.
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On behalf of the entire Siskind family, we extend our most heartfelt sympathies on the passing of our most beloved cousin Peter.
We so loved this man whose wonderful smile/ kindness/ generosity/ and love would light up a room and our lives. Rest in peace dearly beloved cousin Peter.
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This picture is a candid shot from one of our MKP Spirit Dancers' weekly Circles in Bellevue. I'll always remember Peter's easy smile and sincere, loving sharing in our meetings. "Man Living" was a Real Man. Authentic, Honest and Open! AHO! Rest easy, Peter, my Brother!
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Peter loved dogs.. and our
champie loved him back a million times.. normally not woman lover type of dog, champ nudged to Peter like they were brothers in a previous life.. loved that about you Peter..
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Some additional memories of brother Peter:
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Not long after our family arrived in Seattle, Dad signed us up for the Buzz Fiorini Ski School, thinking that we needed to become "Schuss Boomers" like the other local kids. We would be dropped off before the sun came up Saturday mornings, stuffed into snow gear and bleary-eyed.
I had a hard time getting adjusted to these expeditions to Snoqualmie summit, but Peter quickly understood that all he really needed to do was point his ski's downhill and just buckle in for the thrill! He quickly graduated to the down hill slalom group, and became a regular on the mountain, though he always somewhat resented having to pass through the gates on his way down the mountain.
Not long after he, our family gathered at the bottom of a course for a class "graduation" race set up with all the fan fare of the winter Olympics. A horn sounded Peter's departure at the summit and we watched the speed clock, expecting a new course record. Soon we heard a faint, high pitched yell which grew louder and louder (opposite of Wiley Cayote falling into the canyon) until Peter suddenly appeared, missing the last gate and disappearing into a large hay bale at the end of the course. Everyone fell silent until Peter reappeared, grinning and pulling hair off his cap.
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A few years ago, after a sumptuous Thanksgiving meal at the family house in fall city, Peter beckoned everyone to the fire pit off the back porch. It had been drizzling most of the day, and he had a few sodden logs in the bed with a fairly unsuccessful fire started. He frowned and then went inside to get a flaming log out of the living room fireplace. He threw it in. Nothing doing. ‘Peter added some lighter fluid , which helped a little, but then it started to drizzle again. ‘Peter disappeared. As we were getting up to migrate back inside, Peter reappeared with his flamethrower and proceeded to more or less empty a propane canister into the fire pit as we all sat there amazed. He had the happiest look on his face, as he toasted everything within a 20 foot radius. I’m sure this is what the pilgrims would’ve done!
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When Peter was a baby, we moved from the Bronx to our big and beautiful apartment in Manhattan, up on the fourth floor of 1200 5th Ave, overlooking the tree canopy of Central Park. Mom and Dad had their room on the far side of the apartment and I was in a room on the other side, next to what they called the "Butler's Pantry" (maybe we were living in a prequel to Downton Abby!). Peter's crib was in the Pantry which had its own bath and sitting area. He had been in a bassinette in Mom and Dad's room in the Bronx and was not crazy about being in this new space. So, soon after we moved in, one night he "bounced" the crib (the bedding was on springs) to the door of the room, somehow opened it, pulled himself out and crawled into my room where he pulled himself up. That's where I found him standing in the middle of the night. I picked him up and put him on the bed where he immediately fell asleep, where Mom found him the next morning. We moved the crib into my room and then, not long after, got him his own bed because there was no way to keep him in the crib!
The following year, when Peter was an official toddler, we took a family vacation to a nice motel (The Parrot?) in Key West. Ever rambunctious, Peter immediately noticed that there was a swimming pool and jumped in before anyone could grab him. Amazingly, he could dog paddle. The pool attendant could see this was going to be trouble and showed up shortly thereafter with a red Styrofoam float that could he fastened around Peter's middle, essentially turning him into a lobster buoy. Peter loved it, and soon learned that he could run to the end of the diving board and leap into the pool with great abandon, flapping his arms as he went. Hence, the "pigeon dive" was born.
This really began Peter's life long love affair with water. We got a waterski boat when Peter was 13, and soon Peter was taking it out on his own and hanging out at the Lk Washington Marina where Dad bought it. After a few months, Dad got a call from the owner of the Marina who reported that Peter was pumping gas and helping out more or less at the same level as his regular staff and wondered if he could hire Peter off the books. Dad agreed, and Peter was thrilled. And the King County Child Labor prosecution unit was none the wiser. :)
Finally, one of my treasures is a set of pre-addressed post cards from Peter to Mom and Dad which he "dictated" to his counselor when he went to Camp Jug Hill in Poughkeepsie at the age of 4:
Dear Mommy & Daddy: We hiked out to the second ball field yesterday for rest hour. We got stuck in a bad rainstorm, and we had to stay in the tents there. Luckily, we stayed in the tent that did not leak. The other tent there did leak!
Love & Kisses, from Peter
P.S. My counselor is a louse
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These are beautiful memories Eric. I can really feel Peter in them.
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This is so Peter indeed.. love reading them and will do again to be with Peter all over again. I could not help laugh out loud at the “fire pit” story absolutely visualizing Peter the whole time.. thank you
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This is to go with my brother Eric's earlier story about Peter's childhood pool antics. Although it could have been about Peter at any age!
"When Peter was an official toddler, we took a family vacation to a nice motel (The Parrot?) in Key West. Ever rambunctious, Peter immediately noticed that there was a swimming pool and jumped in before anyone could grab him. Amazingly, he could dog paddle. The pool attendant could see this was going to be trouble and showed up shortly thereafter with a red Styrofoam float that could he fastened around Peter's middle, essentially turning him into a lobster buoy. Peter loved it, and soon learned that he could run to the end of the diving board and leap into the pool with great abandon, flapping his arms as he went. Hence, the 'pigeon dive' was born."
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I miss my cousin Peter. Though time has somewhat mitigated the shock of his untimely passing, it has not mitigated my sorrow and sense of loss. And even though I did not get to physically see him nearly as often as I would have preferred, I miss him being present among us. I miss knowing that “a next time I could see him” was always there. I mourn now that it is not.
I miss his smile, that broad grin and sparkling eyes. A smile that was the outer reflection of a good soul within, a soul of warmth and humor and kindness and wit. My cousin could light up a room with his zeal and laughter.
I miss his tender reflections on family members, especially his Aunt Selma and Uncle Bernie. I will always hold dear the very special love between Peter and my mother.
I miss his genuineness. Peter had no pretensions, no false airs or vanities. He was upfront and straightforward. What you saw was who he was, frailties and strengths alike.
I miss his intellect, which I got to see in those regrettably infrequent occasions when we had some one-on-one time and talked about serious political, social and global issues. I remember conversations with him at my kitchen table or on pleasant walks during a couple of visits he made to Concord, and during a car ride we two took during my visit out West for his mom’s 90th birthday. We spoke on issues of the day, like homelessness, poverty, inequality and Israel. And while we often took different approaches to these issues, I enjoyed his robust intelligence, keen insight, vigorous logic and – most important of all – his strong moral convictions and his deep, abiding sense of justice. My cousin cared deeply about unfairness in the world. I admired his compassion. I rue that my chances to talk more with him have ended
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The last time I did speak with Peter was about two months ago. On this particular occasion, we skipped discussing pressing issues of the day. Rather, we talked about his mom’s condition, his own health and other challenges facing him. It was a somber and heavy conversation. But after a while, we steered our talk to something lighter – women and dating. Our talk became infused with laughter and some ribald humor. And at the end of our conversation, Peter told me our talk was wonderful medicine and had left him feeling the best he had felt all day. I did not know then that these would be the last words he would speak to me. His words meant a lot to me back then. They mean so much more now.
At almost a decade older than Peter, I should not be the one having to say good-bye. Nature prescribes that given our respective ages, he should have been the one to have to bid farewell to me.
So I will not say good-bye. Rather, I choose to use the Hebrew word “le’hitraot” , which is a bit softer than good-bye and basically translates to “See you later”.
So, my beloved cousin, le'hitraot. I will see you later.
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Many years ago Peter was in our Chicago office a couple of weeks before the Christmas holidays. He was packing a fax machine in his sample bag to use in Seattle. After lunch that day, at his favorite deli, he bought a pound of corned beef to take home to Seattle.
After lunch he got a call from a Seattle customer who needed a few dozen pairs of socks in a hurry. Instead of wasting shipping time the ever helpful Peter packed the socks in with the fax machine and corned beef.
Peter being Peter flew back, drove home and went to sleep. The next day he unpacked the bag. His customer was thrilled to get the socks so fast but couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out why they smelled like corned beef.
In Peter’s mind he put his customer first and probably hoped she didn’t notice the smell.
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I met Peter over 20 years ago as a massage therapy client. We became friends over the years. He and Robin hosted many gatherings and events. Peter was almost always in the kitchen created sumptuous meals for us. I had a few opportunities to work with him in the kitchen during Y/WE summer camp events. It was a treat to see he and Ryanne work their magic in orchestrating so many meals for so many hungry girls. After becoming a Fall City neighbor I got to spend more time with Peter during long conversations we had after massage sessions. I remember him being so kind and gentle. He had a wry sense of humor and didn't hold back his views on our culture and politics. He loved his family so deeply. I experienced joy hearing about his joy in his grand children. I remember his creativity - immersing himself in pottery. He gifted me a beautiful ceramic platter which sits on my table now. I am so grateful to have known Peter and his beautiful family.
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For weeks at a time and spanning several years, Peter offered me a welcoming home-away-from-home while I trained in Yoga Therapy with Robin in Fall City. I still appreciate his airport rides, ready guest room, generous meals, and cozy fires with long conversations. I am remembering Peter's energy, humor, warmth, and curiosity, as Carol and I send our blessings and condolences to the entire family.
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Peter was an exceptional father, friend, worker and colleague. His generosity, caring and loving personality were obvious within minutes of meeting him. We shared a lot of life’s experiences when he lived with me for almost an entire year. He was gracious til the end. Abfloutely surely missed. Blessed love to his wonderful kids and grandkids!!
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I think that's a perfect typo for "abso-f'ing-lutely"! And besides, Peter would've appreciated the Abfloutely spelling!!
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I first met Peter on Halloween eve 1989 when he and Jamie came to my house to join me and my daughter Mackenzie to go trick or treating. Jamie and Mac had met on the 1st day of 1st grade and by Hallolween they were besties! The two of them hatched the plan that their dads needed to meet and there was no better time than Halloween!
As soon as the doorbell rang Mac opened the door, greeted Jamie excitedly and off they went down the block, leaving Peter and me "to get acquainted." So we started the typical guy chit chat for a couple of minutes and then he said to me "Do you like scotch?" I think it took me about 2 seconds to respond "I love scotch!" So he pulled a flask out of his coat pocket and said "I hope you like single malt scotch, this is a pretty good one!" He was right, it was very good!
For 33 years we we've been great friends. Hanging out with our girls when they were little, water skiing, snow skiing (I was always trying to keep up...but failing most of the time!) and just hanging out. When they moved to Fall City we didn't see each other as often...life and distance has a way of doing that. But we never lost our affection for each other and when we did get together for dinner or a walk, it was just the same. 2 good friends enjoying each other's company.
For the last 18 months I had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with Peter, at his Fall City house and West Seattle. We had many meals together and some 1st rate TV night dates! We joked at times that we were definitely "the odd couple" but I wouldn't trade that time with him for anything!
One of the things we didn't do very well over those 33 years was take pictures of each other or have someone take some of us. I've got a box of old photos that I need to find, there may be a few in there. But this is the only one I knew I could find, taken November 30, 2001 at a party. I know the date because it was written on the back. I now have it on my dresser and see us together everyday.
He was sweet and kind, at times crotchety and opinionated,wicked smart and he did not suffer fools. A generous friend but also someone who would call you out on anything he felt you needed to hear, even when he was wrong! And I will so miss his great laugh and that smile that would light up a room!
Rest in Peace Peter, I love you forever!
David
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So many sweet memories of my amazing brother. Most have some element of his spontaneity and life-loving spirit. Like when I suddenly found Peter "cutting in" during the dancing at my wedding, with his big grin and giggle...and even bigger heart.
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Peter and I met and became lifelong friends in 1978.
I loved him and he loved me.
He enriched my life. I am a better man because of him.
His sudden passing is a great loss.
Peace to you, my dear brother.
Forever in my heart.
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Many years ago, when we’d first moved to Seattle, Dad decided that we needed to explore our new environment and learn to become more like the people who grew up in the Pacific NW. This was not going to be easy for a family from Fifth Ave NYC, even though we had pretty much mastered Central Park.
Dad acquired all the best maps of our new territory and, one day, when Peter was around 8, we piled into our new station wagon and headed off to a summit lookout on Mount Baker in the Cascades. Below, you will see Peter and baby Nicky getting ready and then photos of us at the lodge area at the bottom of the mountain.
From the lodge, Dad swung onto the road he had picked out which was supposed to take us up to the lookout, with the weather having turned a little threatening as you can see in the photo. A few miles later the road turned to dirt, and we found ourselves winding up the mountain on cliff-side switch backs. Mom tentatively ventured that perhaps this was not the tourist highway we were looking for, but Dad, ever confidant in his map and sign-reading skills, assured us that this was likely just a detour back to the main highway. A few miles more, the road turned to gravel and became very narrow, with no shoulder or place to turn around. And then, we came upon a fallen tree blocking our way. Mom looked over at Dad: “Now what?!”. Dad rolled down his window and stuck his head out, like maybe he’d be able to see the highway with a better vantage point. You could hear a pin drop in the car. Finally, Dad said, we’ll have to back down.
After a beat, we heard one of the doors opening as Peter got out and began walking back down the mountain, by himself.
The point of all this, is that Peter’s passing is so much more shocking because he was so clearly the survivor in our family! Never really content to live among the lemmings. I loved his spirit and know that somewhere he is finding his way down a path in the mountains.
Rick
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I remember Peter's amazing meals and hospitality. I spent many days in trainings with Robin, and Peter made sure we were.well fed and comfortable in their home.
I am so sorry to hear of his passing. Sending love and prayers to the family.
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My husband and I only had the privilege to meet Peter once, when he and Robin spent a day in Paris on their way to a "Bike and Barge" tour vacation. We enjoyed lively and memorable conversations in a museum, over drinks and at dinner. The time flew -- Peter was so kind, so attentive, so generous. We have fondly reminisced about that visit many times. We are wrapping Robin and her family in our prayers and loving thoughts.
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I sat in many mens circles and spent several weekend retreats with Peter. I most remember and enjoy his sense of humor. He was gracious and kind. He brought a level of humility and wisdom to our groups. He didn’t take himself too seriously but he took kindness seriously. Blessings brother
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I only met Peter a few times when I was training with Robin at their home in Fall City and one very lucky surprise encounter in Cannon Beach, OR, where we had dinner together with Robin and their sweet pups. Kind, funny, present, generous with his attention. I'm sending my beloved teacher and friend, Robin, so much love and to the girls and their children - may the memories you shared live forever in your hearts and carry you through this most difficult time.
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I spent time with Peter in many men’s circles.
Peter was always willing to listen , learn , question with compassion and very authentic.
He is and will always be highly respected as a Loving Warrior.
Blessings
Paul Williams
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