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Nelson J Peters
- Peters Family
- Ontario, Canada
- This blog is here for you, the friends and family of Nelson. To enjoy him and to celebrate him. I am sure you will all agree, that he was one of a kind. He truly was one of the *good guys*, wasn't he. We all miss him dearly. So this was created for all of us to communicate our stories, to share our comments and most of all our love. Happy Father's Day. We miss you.
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Hey there. So if you're wondering what to do let me explain it for you. The easiest way to post a comment is to do the following. 1) Click on the word *comment* below the picture. The comment box will open where you will type your message. **Remember to sign your name at the end of your message. You'll see why in the next step. 2) From the pull down box below, choose *Anonymous* since you probably won't have a blog of your own. 3) Then chose *post comment*. You should be prompted to enter in some letters. Do this carefully. This helps to stop spam from coming in. 4) Your post should be there. This is for all of us to hear from each other, just what he meant to you. If you have any questions please email me at halfmydream@hotmail.com and I will be sure to get back to you. Thank you for being a part of his life. I am sure each and every one of us, is still in his heart. Sue.
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October 1, 2002
"We wrote your name in the grains of the sand. But the tide rolled in and washed it away. We carved your name on the trunk of a tree. But eventually the bark dried up and fell away. We treasured your name in the very depths of our hearts. And even time itself could not steal your memory away".
haha this is how i remember him. doing funny things hahaha
ReplyDeletejulie
just back from his first flight...telling the boys, I did it! She's flying! One of the highest moments in his life, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly the same motion he made on one of the days before he died after passing his yearly physical, saying: "I'm fit as a fiddle and ready to fly her".
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