Deryk Michael Peters

Deryk, 
I remember you telling me to make a every minute count............................  Thank You  again for reminding me to 'NEVER GROW UP"           I want you to KNOW....... The Nursing Home has MANY residents/staff/visiters.....who will say......I AM A BIG KID!! 
   I keep spreading your smile and joy with EVERYONE I meet !!!  
         Love You "Little brother"  

                                                     Michelle  

For me, my brother,you made the difficult task of moving to a somewhat foreign land in an incredibly awkward time totally seamless. That's how you were. From the moment I met you-12 yrs. old, summer vacation at dads/ so far away from Anything familiar..there you are,banging on the screen door-"let's go swimming, Tex!" ; to one of the last times I saw you, right after graduating high school, canton to portland on a speed bike/ Deryk at the wheel!! Football, girls, practicing heel flips for hours (at 15)...launch ramps..your moms amazing chocolate chip cookies..Your energy was so strong, my friend. I miss you SO MUCH, Deryk. I have not, nor will I ever let you fade. I Love you, Brother. Until then.

i know you were rockin out up in heaven to smashing pumpkins tonight :) i wish we could have spent this night together at the concert , i thought of you the whole time .. love you 

I will always miss you so much Deryk , I still have faint memories of you from when i was little, you're the first memory i actually have. 23 is too young to go.. I wish you could of watched me grow up, and go to concerts with me and my dad.. i know we would of been so close, and i know you could of helped my dad get through whatever. I love you 

The last time I saw, your beautiful face, you were standing in the kitchen.  Leaning against the counter.  You were wearing blue jeans, a green and white sweater and your white sneakers.  I can't remember what we talked about. No matter how hard, I rack my brains.  Probably everyday stuff.  One thing I know for sure, we both said "I love you" when you left.  I know this because, we always said it before, we parted ways.  You were never too cool, to give your ol mom a hug or a kiss.  Even when it was in front of all your friends.  I was always so proud of that!  I can remember, when you were home on leave the last time, we went for a walk together and you held my hand.  How many 22 year old's would do that?  It brings me comfort to know, the last words we ever spoke to each other were, I love you.  I love you Deryk. I always have, I always will.  Some day we will be together again.  I have to believe that.  Until then, I will hold you in my heart.