I miss you my Friend

Rock looks towards home to ensure he misses no one.

Pete searching for Eagles .

He was a carpenter and member of the Fur & Feather Association. 

Pete enjoyed hunting, fishing, fox and mink ranching and an avid trapper.

"His stories taught me about our Village History and those within.

He made me laugh, he made me think. 

I also appreciate that we could sit in the silence of our own thoughts watching the commotion around us. 

I will always treasure our morning adventure

wherein together we travelled the back roads such a short time ago.  

Thank you for sharing him with me.  

Pete, may you soar with the Eagles my Friend. 

We’ll be here, by the River’s Edge". 

"Pete" 80 years  - RIP May 29, 2016

Although the years separated us,

Pete and I truly enjoyed

each other's company.

He once told me"I remember

the first time I saw you,

the snow was up to your arse".

I had moved next door in March.

Memories are wonderful! 

May 2017

Yep Buddy, Trump got in. 

We would have enjoyed the final run,

after all, we discussed it long enough! 

The banter, the fun.

Thank you for sharing your spot by the River.

I think of you as I watch the Eagles.

It's nesting time again Pete.

Judy & Budd have a nest by their place,

I will have to check that out.

I miss you.