Mr. Pete

This is the memorial page for my father, “Mr. Pete” or as Oliver called him, “Gan-pa Peet.”

For photos, please visit the “Mr. Pete” album in Kindli’s Picasa (link on the right). Or copy and paste https://plus.google.com/photos/114808080934228018687/albums/5872305203322414833?authkey=CPS6r4jt68SwYA


My handsome loving husband of 32 years, Francis Pierre Trudell -“Mr. Pete”- father of Kindli and Heidi, father-in-law to Gavin and Matt, grandfather of Oliver & Patrick is now longer with us. He passed away at 9a.m. Sat. morning, April 27, 2013

His final moments were peaceful – He did “what he had to do.”

Our love to you all and many thanks for your treasured friendship.

Irene

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 The family at the San Diego Wildlife Park in February 2013


A few facts for the curious:


And now for a brief musical tribute to my most illustrious favorite Daddy: Marlene Dietrich singing Boys in the Back Room from Destry Rides Again. Dad once talked about how he met Marlene Dietrich, and shook her hand.


We would like to thank everyone for their continued outpouring of love and support.

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Frances R. Havergal
Adapted

From glory unto glory,
Be this our joyous song;
From glory unto glory,
‘Tis Love that leads us on;
As wider yet and wider,
The rising splendors glow,
What wisdom is revealed to us,
What freedom we may know.

The fullness of His blessing
Encompasseth our way;
The fullness of His promise
Crowns every dawning day;
The fullness of His glory
Is shining from above,
While more and more we learn to know
The fullness of His love.

From glory unto glory,
What great things He hath done,
What wonders He hath shown us,
What triumphs Love hath won.
From glory unto glory,
From strength to strength we go,
While grace for grace abundantly
Doth from His fullness flow.


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God’s Lovely Likeness

I know that where you are God is,
Since He is everywhere.
And, being everywhere,
He is where I am too.

Then, since you and I are ever in God’s presence,
We can never be apart:
Apart from Him —
Or apart from all He gives.
To know this brings comfort where sadness otherwise would rule.

So when sorrow would steal away my peace,
I give up what I cannot keep
To  cherish and rejoice over what I cannot lose.

With this, the stillness all about me comes to life
With sweet assurance that God’s lovely likeness
Whom I have known as you
Is here and now —
Just as you have ever been.
 

Thomas Poyser

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God is Love; His mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss He wakes and woe He lightens;
God is wisdom, God is Love.
 
E’en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will His changeless goodness prove;
Through the mist His brightness streameth;
God is wisdom, God is Love.
 
He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere His glory shineth;
God is wisdom, God is Love
 
–Hymn #79 by John Bowring

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“Funeral Blues” – W.H. Auden

 

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Crossing the Bar – Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

One thought on “Mr. Pete

  1. What a pleasant surprise to make Pete’s acquaintance, utterly accidentally. I was googling that Julia Johnston essay. You have created a small masterpiece of biography and afffection. I write family histories for a living and just may have seen-it-all.

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