Peter departed in the very early hours of the morning of November 14, 1994. At home, abed, while the rest of the household slept fitfully. I alongside him, Vera in our bedroom doorway and Véronique downstairs in the guest bedroom.
Julia joined our grieving but loving assembly. Jane gave us a nourishing breakfast.
Two favorite photographs: the portrait is one of my earliest, taken on a hike above the Castro, San Francisco; and one with myself and Peter’s cat Vera, one of the latest, taken in front of our home on Divisadero.
And, his obituary that includes a school photo.