My Brother, Peter
What can I say? Never enough. My brother: Peter Arthur. He was amazing.
 Peter Arthur |
He was my only sibling, my younger brother by 18 months. Growing up we would do silly things like rescue frogs from blue herons in ponds and run around wearing curtains as capes. He was everything to me, my family, his wife and son. He followed his dreams and played baseball in the minor leagues before becoming a high school teacher and coach. He encouraged hundreds of students and coached hundreds of players. He lived life fully and with direction. He was always inspired and felt there were no limits to what one person could achieve. His death has left a huge hole in many lives, and we are constantly trying to fill the void. To act how he would act, to do what he would do, to live as he would live. Peter firmly believed in working hard to help those in need. His classrooms were always participating in fund raising projects for members of the community who had experienced loss or hardship. His motto: Find your path, give back, make good choices. |
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Peter died unexpectedly at age 32 of a heart attack. We later found out he had single vessel coronary artery disease and an enlarged heart. It was a complete shock to us all. After Peter died, there was a huge outpouring of support from the towns of Andover (where he was a high school teacher and soccer coach) and Westford (where he was the high school baseball coach). In our grief, we were so happy to hear about how much influence he had on the students, players, families, and community. There are many interesting stories and anecdotes in his Boston Globe obituary and article that I would like to share.
Peter G. Arthur, 32; inspired students in class and on field – February 8, 2006 |