Pete stories around our campfires have already been passed down to the next generation in our friendship circle. Every time we hear a Barred Owl call out across the mountains, or hear the crackle of a campfire, or kayak a mountain stream, or backpack a mountain trail, we will feel his presence. He will always be with us. We love you Pete.Sunday, November 25, 2007
Peter Paul Constanzer 1956-2006
Pete stories around our campfires have already been passed down to the next generation in our friendship circle. Every time we hear a Barred Owl call out across the mountains, or hear the crackle of a campfire, or kayak a mountain stream, or backpack a mountain trail, we will feel his presence. He will always be with us. We love you Pete.
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We gathered yesterday at the Mill Pond and drank a toast of Scotch and spead the last of his ashes on the water where a new wreath takes its place with the original.
It was a good thing.
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