JeFfReY DaViD PeAk

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Jeffrey's Ashes Were Scattered into the Atlantic Ocean from Plymouth, MA - So He ended up all over the World!

This is Plymouth Harbor, MA - We Scattered Jeff's Ashes off the Bridge in the Middle

Here's a few pictures of where Jeffrey & Some of his Ashes are Remembered

Stephen & My "Shrine" in Ellensburg, WA

Grandma's Yard in Plympton, MA

In the yard of the Booth's & Waitner's, Plymouth, MA

This is the Original "Happy Frog of Doom" drawn by Jeff

He used to draw this little guy everywere...So, after he died, it kinda became his LOGO...

My Tattoo

....Jeff absolutely LOVED MUSIC!  He played the Saxophone and Drums - he ROCKED!!

Jeffrey's Spirit is FLYING around on the Wings Of DOVES... 

Jeff Peak
October 5, 2004
English 3rd

Short story

        Once upon a time, there was a man named Robin Hork. He was a great hero in his time. He subdued evil doers with his trusty bow and arrow, no that’s not it, what did he use? Oh yeah, he shot melons, wait that’s not it either. I know, he shot chickens out of his trusty bow. He also had a band of merry men. There was Fat the friar, Jon the little, and Bob the drunk. He and his merry men robbed from the rich and gave to, hmm... Who did he give it to? He robbed from the rich and gave to the cheerleaders, no that’s not it. He robbed from the rich and gave to … The criminally insane, no that’s not either. He robbed from the rich and gave to the poor, yeah that seems right.

        One day in Knotinhere forest he caught word that Maid Muriel was being held captive by the evil sheriff of Dodge City. So, with speed and agility of a tranquilized buffalo in zero gravity, he made it to the castle that the lovely lady was being held against her will. But, before he could go into the tower he had to pass a rigorous test. He had to cross a moat filled with horrible, bloodthirsty monks. Just like Errol Flynn he flung himself into the moat, and after a blood curdling battle, he escaped the insane monks.

        “ Oh fair Maiden, let down your hair so that we may end this poorly written story, filled with bad grammar and plot holes.”, said Robin.

        She let down a silken strand of her hair, and to Robin’s disgust, was a nose hair. Conveniently, the Sheriff walked into the room and drew his trusted six-shooter. As the Sheriff drew his weapon, Robin unsheathed his turkey baster, and thrust a generous portion of giblet gravy on the evil Sheriff.

        “ Aha, you have defeated me,” said the Sheriff of Dodge City, “the Maiden be thy.”

        Robin Hork and Maid Muriel were soon wed. Robin soon found out that Muriel was actually Marcus, and then they all died. And that is my tale of Robin Hork.

Forever mourning the lost child
            Forever lamenting the lost dream
                Forever facing the hole in the future
                    Forever feeling the hurt in the heart
                        Forever reliving the unbearable horror
                            Forever regretting the act not done
                                Forever searching for the reason
                                    Forever seeking release for the love
Forever...

IF WE COULD HAVE YOU BACK.....

 If we could have you back for just one day There would be so many
 things we would like to say If we could just be with you for one whole
 day To have you close and know that you really are Okay.

 If we had known that you would be gone forever If we had known all
 those ties were going to be severed If we had known the pain, the
 loss, and the ache If we had known the difference without you would
 make.

 In the darkness you slipped away from us all, Now it's just your
 memories that we have to recall, They say that parting is such sweet
 sorrow, But it's the longing, the wondering, and how to cope with
 tomorrow

 They say that grieving a child is the very worst Cause life's plan is
 that the parents should go first.
 Now all we have are memories, the good times that we had, We spend so
 much time in tears, and pain and feeling sad,

 So if we could have you back for just one day, You could let us know,
 how to cope until that judgment day, When we'll be together as a
 family once again, When we'll all be happy and free from all this
 pain.

 Oh ! it's so hard to live when your child has to die, Then we spend
 our lifetime trying to say Goodbye!

 Author unknown

Please Say Their Names

No longer are we asked how are we doing.
Never are the names of our children mentioned to us.
A curtain desends. 
The moment has passed.
Lives slip from frequent recall.

There are exceptions:
close and compassionate friends,sensitive and loving family.
Still look. Still ask. Still listen.Thank God for them.
For most,the drama is over.
The spotlight is off. Applause is silent.
But for us the play will never end.

The effects on us are timeless.
What can be said, you ask?
Please say "their names" to us.
Love does not die.
Their names are written on our lives.
The sound of their voices replay within our minds.

You may feel they are dead.
We feel they are of the dead and still they live.
Their ghost-walk our souls, beckoning in future welcome.
You say "they were our children", we say " they are".
Please say "their names" again.
It hurts to bury their memory in silence.

What they are in spirit stirs within us always.
They were of our past but they are part of our now.
They are our hope for the future.
Please understand we cannot forget.
We would not if we could.

We know that you cannot know, yesterday we were like you.
Understand that we dwell in both flesh and spirit.
We do not ask you to walk this road.
The ascent is steep and the burden heavy.
We walk it not by choice.
We would rather walk it with them in the flesh, looking not to spirit worlds beyond.

We are what we have to be.
What we have lost,you cannot feel.
What we have gained, you may not see.
Please say "their names" for they are alive.
We will meet them again, although in many ways we've never parted.
Their spirits play light songs, appear in sunrises and sunsets.
They are real and shadow,they were and they are.

Please say "their names" to us and say "their names" again.
They are our children and we love them as we always did.
More each day.

PLEASE, SAY THEIR NAMES!

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

To My Family and Friends,

If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me;

I wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind;
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,

He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way,
There's no longing for the past

You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
You knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven,
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand,
And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

author unknown