I Can Still See PETER STEELE®'s Ghost Walking In Brooklyn

Barely a Whisper of PETER STEELE® Walking in the Snow Near the Verrazano Bridge

PHOTO BY KARLA COLLINS posted with permission

Do you feel him nearby? When you are in Prospect park, do you see a green man sitting in the tree? Did you hear him chuckle when you were making Oatmeal cookies on Saturday night? Or feel his presence at the last show you played at?  It's the memories that we have of Peter, through his songs, his jokes, his laughter (at you) that keeps him alive.

Since I've taken time off from writing on the blog, I've noticed all the beautiful ways that you, his fans have kept him alive in your lives. From fan artwork like Karla Collins' pictures, to poetry and personal rememberances that I've seen on various fan FB sites and personal pages. In the year, the family has been honored with christmas balls made in TON splendor, jewelry too beautiful not to wear, an inspired dream catcher, poetry, songs written about Peter, thoughtful words posted on family pages and of course, the many people who have graciously given money to charities dear to our hearts (Patty Piorkowski: you are too kind ! ).

From today through Saturday, I hope to add to the celebration of Peter's life by sharing some inspirations with you. This is also a thank you to our extended family who have been through this heartbreak with us ... and kept us smiling when we really didn't want to.

To kick us into the spirit of April, here is reminder from Angie who comments on here with the name Scratchnsniff :

april is here -

no warmth in that...

it's cold in our hearts,

as the spring-sun laughs

the green has returned -

fresh, lush, & bright...

but our autumn hearts love,

and miss your gold light

~~~

we see you, green man and lady

we see all that you do...

you take what we love,

to nourish anew

nothing is wasted...

all energy transforms...

everything dies...

except spirit-essence

thinking of you, ratachickies

:'(

Love and Respect, as always

♥

Thank you again for playing Peter's music, telling stories about his generosity and inner beauty, and corrupting more people into listening to his music.

~ Peace... Darcie