Pete Stivason

In loving memory of my beloved Pete Stivason.

In the midst of everyday life, I’ll hear a song that you liked or catch a chill for no apparent reason, which makes me feel the closeness between us still. Three years, hardly seems like a month.

I’m still finding your notes, which keep me going and funny it’s always when I’m at my lowest. Your teasing, little quarks are missed so much.

I know it’s your season. Hope the hunting is good in Heaven.

This year you have Kansas to be by your side.

Scratch his ears and kiss him for me, as I kiss you every night.

Love and miss you both look after daddy for me.