The carousel horse

Was thinking about Peter today and looked him up to sadly see he has passed.  First met when the little train store first opened on the Ridge.  Made annual trips and purchases over the years and he always had a way of making us feel special.  I especially fell in love with my carousel horse when he first brought it into the store.  He of course tried to sell it to me but it was out of my price range.  Then one day I remarked it was gone and he said no it was in storage, was I ready to buy it?  Still no, lol.  When the store was closing the horse reappeared at a significantly lower price.  I looked at the tag and walked away once again.  Apparently Peter saw me look and walked around the store to find us.  He asked my husband if he could borrow me and walked me back to where she stood.  He flipped over the price tag and remarked he knew I had wanted the horse from the day it first appeared in the store and gave me an even more reduced price.  I love it and think of Peter and his generosity and friendship every time I look at it.  Rest in peace my friend, you were loved by many more than you’ll ever know.

As we approach this firs Thanksgiving without Peter, I find myself missing him. I will not be baking and fixing special treats for Peter, my special cousin. Thanksgiving is forever changed, and I will miss you always.