| Location | Wythenshawe, Manchester |
| Age | 15 years |
| Cause of Death | Accident |
| Date of Birth | 17/01/1976 |
| Date of Death | 19/07/1991 |
| Visitors | 8,498 since 09/01/2008 |
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Peter was tragically taken from us on the 19th July 1991 as the result of a road accident, aged
15yrs.
The only Son of Peter and Elizabeth, Brother of Clare, Danielle and Rachel, Grandson, Nephew, Cousin
and Friend to many.
Peter was always the joker he loved to clown around and constantly wore a mischievous "It wasn't
me!" smile on his face!
♥ "Everything I do, I do it for you!" ♥
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Please spare a moment to light a candle for Peter's niece, Lillie-Mae who grew her tiny angel wings
just before Christmas.
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To my Brother Peter
I often sit here and try to picture how you'd be if you were still here with us now Peter, almost 17
years after you were taken away from us.
You'd be 32 years old now... A grown man!
What would he have looked like?
Would he have ever got married?
Would he have had children of his own?
What type of job would he have had?
These are the questions that I always find myself asking but I shouldn't be sitting here trying to
'picture' you and I shouldn't be trying to imagine how I think your life would have turned out
because you should still be here with us now and I should know!
Of all the millions and millions of people in the world that God could have taken that day, why did
he have to take you?
Why did he have to take my Brother?
Only God himself can answer that question I guess but I know one thing for sure and it's that he
messed up big time when he took you away from us Peter... He took the wrong person and he knows it
too!
Like most Brothers and Sisters we could fight like cat and dog sometimes.
I was the annoying Sister that used to get great pleasure from finding out that you were doing
something you weren't suppose to be doing and I would 'use' it to my advantage and 'bribe' you.
I remember when I caught you smoking with your friends in the allotments near our house, I 'bribed'
you for weeks with that one.
Any little thing you did that wasn't to my liking and I would shout "Mummmmmm... I've got something
to tell you...!" Geez I was such a little cow wasn't I? ha
I remember once when we were arguing over something or other and you called me every swear word that
ever existed not knowing that I had been secretly recording you... You so knew that you were in for
weeks of my 'bribes' when I sat and played everything back to you! ha
My little finger is still bent over crooked from that time when I punched you in temper not knowing
that you had a bloomin' golf ball in your pocket and broke it... You thought that was hilarious, you
laughed about it for weeks afterwards, telling me it had served me right and that I'd better think
twice before hitting you again! ha
We could fight, argue and call each other horrid names but noone else was allowed to and if they did
then the other was always right there in the others defence!
When Dad worked on the ice-cream he would bring every different ice-cream and ice-lolly there ever
was home for us, our freezer was always jam packed full with them, you had your own little money
making scheme going on where you'd take them to school and sell them to your friends, that was
something else I added to my 'bribe' list as soon as I found out! ha
No matter what had gone on throughout the day though, no matter how many arguements or fights we had
we always had that silly bedtime ritual where as we both HAD to say "Good-Night" to each other
before either of us would go to sleep.
If you were giving me the silent treatment I would just sit there shouting "Good-Night, Good-Night,
Good-Night, Good-Night," over and over untill you would finally give in and say it back to me, you
would do exactly the same if I was the one that was sulking... Neither of us would get any sleep
untill we had both wished each other "Good-Night!" ha
I remember the very last time I saw you Peter, it was the 19th July 1991, Mum's Birthday and just a
few hours before the accident that took you away from us forever.
I had been shopping with my friend and we'd bumped into you at the bus stop on our way home. You had
one of those 'twist and squeeze' drinks and when I asked you for a bit you pretended not to hear me
and made sure you drank every last drop of it before laughing and saying "oooops, sorry, I didn't
hear ya!" I stomped off muttering all sorts at you, then still laughing you threw me a can of coke
and said "Here... Ya moany ar$e, have this!" ha
You joked about how you wasn't going to pay to get on the bus, that you were going to just 'hitch' a
free ride by jumping on and holding onto the back of it! (just another one of your daft jokes but
would you believe that some fools actually do that now! Crazy eh? ha)
Our buses came at the same time, mine to take me home and yours to take you to Nanna's house, as we
walked off in opposite directions you waved and shouted "See ya later!"
I remember sitting on the bus holding that empty can of coke and thinking to myself 'I should keep
this can, my Brother gave it to me!' How weird is that?
It was a real strange feeling, one that I could never explain but after a few minutes I brushed it
off and told myself not to be so stupid before throwing it away!
Little did I know that just 2 hours after seeing you at that bus stop, just 2 hours after having
that strange feeling that I should keep that can you had given me as some kind of a memento that my
life was going to change forever!
Once I got home I went round to my friends house, I came back in a few hours later to find the back
door open and the house empty, it wasn't like Mum to go out without letting us know so straight away
I knew something wasn't right!
I remember phoning Nanna to ask if she had heard from her, Uncle David answered and told me to get a
taxi down there, he said Mum was there and that she had something to tell me, I thought he was
joking about as he always does and kept telling him to stop messing around and to put Mum on the
phone, he wouldn't and the sound of his voice told me something definatley wasn`t right... He wasn't
joking about at all!
Whilst I waited for the taxi I remember just sitting there looking over at the picture of Nanna we
had on the wall and saying "please god let her be ok, please god let her be ok!" over and over in my
head, I was convinced something was wrong with Nanna, not for one minute did I think it was you
Peter, afterall I`d seen you just a few hours earlier and you were fine so why would I?
When the taxi pulled up outside Nanna's house, some of her neighbours were stood at their gates, I
remember thinking what a nosey bunch of sods they all were, none of them said anything, they just
stood there.
I didn't know it back then but they obviously already knew what I was just about to find out!
As I walked up the path I could see Nanna sat in her chair through the window, I didn't really pay
much attention as to who else was sat there, I was just so relieved that Nanna was ok!
As I walked inside the door Mum met me in the hallway, she hugged me and told me that there had been
an accident, that you had died!
I just remember screaming "NO!"
I'd just seen you, I`d just been talking to you, it couldn't be true but then just one look around
the room, the look on everyone`s faces told me it was... I can still remember that look on those
faces Peter even to this day.
I later learnt that you and your friend, Paul had taken a 'short-cut' across the by-pass of the
motorway, Paul had made it all the way across but not you, you were hit by a car and was killed
instantly... You were just 15 years old Peter and you were gone!
I went back to stay with Auntie Di, Vanya and Victoria that night, I don't know who made that
decision but I guess whoever it was just decided it was best for me to go stay there for a few days.
That night Vanya and I went to see one of her friends, I can remember being stood outside his house
and Vanya writing 'Come back Peter' on the pavement with a stone, us both just standing there
crying.
It didn't seem real... We just couldn't believe that you were gone!
Vanya and I sat up for hours that night talking about you, crying that you were gone... You and Vans
were always really close, more like Brother and Sister than Cousins.
The week that followed is all a bit of a blur but I remember the night before your funeral, Vanya
and I stayed with our Cathy, she helped us write the poems to you that we read out at your service
in church.
The day of your funeral came and I remember everyone being at Nanna's house, her garden was full of
flowers, I don't think I've ever seen so many flowers in one place before.
Amongst them there were two in the shape of footballs... One blue & white for Man City (the team you
supported) and the other red & white for Man United (the rivals)
I don't know who bought you the Man United one but I hope they weren`t stood there watching when it
went flying over the hedges with a little help from Uncle Stephen`s foot!!! ha
I can remember looking round at everyone that was stood there and laughing to myself thinking 'I
wonder if any of this lot are going to tell him that what he had just kicked wasn't actually a REAL
football but one made of flowers?' ha
I now know that was just his way of getting rid of some of his anger, some of his emotions, he was
so angry, angry that you were gone!
You and Uncle Stephen were always real close, theres only a few years between you so you were more
like his little Brother than his Nephew.
I remember the hearse pulling up and just standing there thinking 'my brother is in there!'
I think it was then that it actually hit me for the first time... You were gone and you wasn't ever
coming back!
You wouldn't believe how many people turned up to say good-bye to you Peter, there were so many that
not all of them could actually get inside the church, your family, your friends, your teachers from
both high school and primary school, even people that hadn't seen you since you were real young were
there, it looked like everyone that had ever knew you had come that day. There were hundreds of
people and they were all there for one person.
You Peter... They were all there for you!
I remember standing at the front of the church with Vanya reading the poems we'd wrote for you, that
was hard Peter... Really hard!
It was something we both wanted to do though, something we both wanted to do for you so we helped
each other to get through it!
We had Bryan Adams - Everything I do, I do it for you played, the song that from then on became
known as "Peter's Song" to everyone that knew you.
I remember going back to school after the summer holidays and I hated it!
You would have been in your last year... You should have been there too.
I remember walking into the canteen area and seeing a group of lads stood chatting, I couldn't hold
back the tears when I realised that they were your frends... You should have been stood there with
them.
Mr Caffery paid tribute to you in the assembly we had, every time he said your name my heart broke,
he shouldn't have been talking ABOUT you Peter... He should have been talking TO you (probably
telling you off for talking no doubt! ha)
It was all wrong... You should have been there!
In the years that followed I watched as Mum tried to cope with losing you, she put on a brave face
for me and your sisters but I could see through it, I could see she was crying inside, underneath
the brave face she wore for us was a face of sadness... A light had gone out!
A part of Mum died with you that day Peter and I could see it in her eyes.
I used to lay awake in bed, she didn't know I could hear her crying but I could.
It was on one of those nights that I lay there awake for hours that I realised just how much I hated
God!
I hated him for all the pain he had caused, for tearing our family apart, I hated him because no
matter how many times I told you "Good-Night" I would never again hear you say it back to me but
most of all I hated him for what he`d done to our Mum.
All those nights I lay awake in bed listening to her crying, just lay there feeling useless because
I knew that there was nothing I could say or do to take away her pain, I knew that you were the only
one that could do that Peter and he had taken you from her... I hated him more than ever for that!
I used to lay there wishing God had taken me that day instead, you were her first born... Her only
Son, why did he have to take her only son away?
There were 3 of us girls so he should have taken me instead... I hated him for that too!
Your name is always spoken Peter... Always!
On your birthday and at Christmas your cards are up on the mantle piece as they always were and on
ours theres always a card there from you.
All our family Christmas cards that are sent from others have your name on, if they don't then they
don`t go up with the rest!
You are as much a part of our family now as you were before you passed away, only now you live on in
our hearts!
When I found out I was pregnant 6 years later I prayed I would have a boy for Mum, please don't
think for one minute that I wanted a boy to replace you because I know that could never happen, it's
just I felt that by having another boy in the house it might somehow fill just a small fraction of
the gap that you left behind... I was wrong!
My Son was born in September 1997 but the gap left by you remained as big as it always was... Noone
could ever fill that gap Peter, not even the smallest corner of it!
I named him Samuel Peter after his "Uncle Peter who lives in heaven"
It was only after Samuel was born, once I had a child of my own that I realised that Mum must be
made of some real strong stuff to have been able to go on with life after losing you Peter, I
remember I used to sit there and watch him sleeping and think to myself 'How on earth did she get
through it... How?'
You were my brother and it broke my heart to lose you but for a woman to lose her child... For Mum
to lose her Son, I couldn't even begin to imagine the pain of that, how could I?
I do know that losing you didn't just break Mum's heart Peter... It tore it up into millions of tiny
pieces and those pieces can never be put back together!
As Samuel grew older we'd tell him all about his Uncle Peter, we'd tell him that you had gone to
live in heaven with the angels but that you were watching over us all and keeping us safe always, at
night we'd look up to the sky, we'd find the biggest, brightest star and tell him that it was his
Uncle Peter`s star and it was twinkling to tell him "Good-Night!"
Danielle's little boy Peter was born 4 years later and 3 years after him followed Rachel's little
girl, Heaven.
My daughter, Eden was born in June 2006 and Danielle's little boy Jack 6 months later.
We will make sure that your memory lives on in the hearts of your nephews and nieces too, Samuel and
Peter already know all about you and Heaven points to your picture and says your name.
As soon as Eden and Jack are old enough we will make sure that they too know all about their Uncle
Peter - The 'Guardian Angel' who keeps them safe always, I promise you that.
Almost 17 years have passed since we lost you Peter, that sounds like such a long time doesn't it?
It doesn't feel like it though... It still feels like yesterday!
Some say that "Time is a great healer" but I don't believe a word of it, I just think that with time
we have all somehow learnt to live with the pain of losing you... I guess that pain has become a
part of us in a way.
You may not be here with us but you are in our hearts and in the hearts of everyone that knew you
always!
Keep watching over your family Peter and keep them safe always, especially Mum and Nanna (BBA)
Love and miss you forever and always
Your Sister Clare x x x x x x x x x x x x
(2nd February 2008)
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SONGS:
1. Bryan Adams - Everything I do, I do it for you. (aka Peter's Song)
We had this song played at Peter's funeral and since then it has always been know as "Peter's Song"
by everyone that knew him!
2. Chesney Hawkes - I am the one and only.
When Peter was in 'trouble' once my Mum said to him "Who do you think you are Peter?" he replied
singing the opening line to this song "I AM THE ONE AND ONLY!"
Whenever I hear this song I think of Peter standing there with that HUGE mischievous grin on his
face, his arms spread wide apart singing "I am the one and only" that image always puts a smile on
my face! :)
3. R Kelly - The World's Greatest.
If I had to choose one song that sums up my brother then it would have to be this one, quite simply
because He truly is The World's Greatest!
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Love you Uncle Peter xxx
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Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are.
Tribute For This Weekend
Candles Will Be Lit On Sunday For Monday
My Very Special Mum
My Mum is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night,
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night,
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her,
To help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach,
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving Mum,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see,
Tears flowing from her eyes.
My Mum tries to cope with death,
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows,
It is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving Mum,
Through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels,
Protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels,
My surviving Mum has a broken heart,
That time won't ever heal.
Dad’s Cry Too….
I cannot ease your aching heart Dad,
Nor take your pain away;
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.
I'll listen when you need to talk Dad,
I'll wipe away your tears;
I'll share your worries when they come,
I'll help you face your fears.
I'm here and I will stand by you Dad,
On each hill you have to climb;
So take my hand, let's face the world...
And live just one day at a time.
You're not alone, for I'm still here Dad,
I'll go that extra mile;
And when your grief is easier,
I'll help you learn to smile
An Angel From Heaven
God sent me an angel from heaven above
It's filled with complete unconditional love
It watches and follows wherever I go
If I'm happy or sad this little angel does know
It climbs upon my lap and wipes away all my tears
One look in those eyes wipes away all my fears
For in those soft gentle eyes there’s something I see
Which speaks to me silently 'you always have me'
As those soft gentle kisses bring a smile to my face
And a love in my heart which can't be replaced
It continues to tell me in it's own special way
Of how much it loves me as it begins to say
'At night I will cuddle by your side while you sleep
My life is to love you, this promise I keep
I'll wake you come morning with kisses galore
You'll giggle and laugh and ask me for more'
'When sadness you feel or life lets you down
I'll do whatever it takes to wipe off your frown
I'll show you some tricks, I'll bring you my toy
Or rest my head in your lap, if this brings you joy'
'If sickness should keep you in bed for the day
I'll stay right beside you, we don't have to play
And if going for walks is something you do
I'll be your companion take me with you'
I'll try hard to show you my love is so strong
I'll try only to please you, I'll try not to do wrong
If a mistake I should make, then I ask this of you
Remember that angels can make mistakes too'
'I'll ask not much of you, it's for love that I yearn
Because loves what god taught me to give in return
It's all unconditional and comes straight from the heart
And my promise I give you till death do us part'
'So this is my story one I wanted to share
Of my littlest angel who's always right there
This littlest angel that I'm so thankful of
Yes this littlest angel of unconditional love'
Thoughts Today Memories Forever
Angela Christopher’s Very Proud Mum
Although you cannot see me
Don't believe that I am gone
My spirit still remains
To help you carry on.
Lift your hands to Heaven
And that glimpse of light you see
May be the hope you're seeking
Found inside of me.
A life may wane and wither
And eventually fade from view
The energy transforms to light
Still to be sensed by you.
Don't assume I cannot see you
Just because you can't see me
I'm standing right beside you
Where I always want to be.
Love and God Bless
I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground.
But it's not just a penny
This little coin I found.
Found pennies come from Heaven
That's what my Grandma Told me.
She said Angels toss them down
How I loved that story.
She said when an angel misses you
They toss a penny down.
Sometimes to cheer you up,
To make a smile out of a frown.
So, don't pass by the penny
When you're feeling blue.
It may be a penny from Heaven
That an Angel tossed to you.
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┊ ♥ HEAVENS GAIN
♥ GOODNIGHT ANGEL
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ჱܓ LOVE AS ALWAYS ♥ JO ჱܓ
well peter ive just been sat here,loookin at this site 4 the 1st time,and although ive known how much ur death effected everyone in our family, i never realisd just how much uncle steven misses u, i cryd when i read his msgs to u, i wish thr was sum way i cud take away his pain. but i no tht the only way his pain n anger wud go away is 2 ave you back here again. n e way ive 2 daughters now the 1st is the one you sent me wen u 1st passd, n the 2nd i think u sent 2 teach me a lesson... only jokin lv u loads aunty cath xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Good night sweet angel it is time to sleep
The night is silent
The breeze is slight
My thoughts wander
of you at night
I hope to see you in my dreams
Snuggled up tight in your
Bright white wings
The day is ending our love has not
You are with me every night
I just wish I could kiss you goodnight
Goodnight my darling
I hope you sleep tight
Goodnight sweet angel
Goodnight xXx Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
copyright@ Jo Dalton 2009
THANKS A MILLION!!!!
I am so pleased to have my computer back I have really really missed lighting my candles & messages for Christopher I miss him so much.
I would like to thank each and every one of you
that have continued to light candles, leave tributes & photographs for Christopher while my computer has been getting fixed.
It has really annoyed me that I have been unable
to light my candles & tributes for all your wonderful angels.
I have missed being in touch with all of you,
and not being able to read all the lovely messages
you leave for Christopher & I they really do mean such a lot to me.
It will take me awhile to read all the messages I have missed but I will read each and every one of them once again thank you all for your support
it is very much appreciated you are all so very kind
A part of us is missing
And there is nothing we can do
The part of us that’s missing,
My dearest Angel is you
Thoughts Today Memories Forever
Angela(Christopher-John Rowe) Mum
For Monday
IT'S SO GOOD TO BE BACK ON-LINE
.ღ♥ღ To my beautiful family ჱܓ
ღ♥ღ I just want to let you know
ღ♥ღ I love and I miss you so
ღ♥ღ But I’m also having fun
ღ♥ღ I know how painful it must be
ღ♥ღ I know the hurt you feel
ღ♥ღ I know you feel you can’t go on
ღ♥ღ But I am always near
ღ♥ღ So keep these words in your heart
ღ♥ღ And keep my picture close
ღ♥ღ To remind you I LOVE YOU
ღ♥ღ And I am your Angel ჱܓ
copyright@ Jo Dalton 2009
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