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Known for his association with Francis Ford Coppola, Werner Herzog and many others, he was also a founder of the Telluride Film Festival.

om Luddy, a quietly influential film archivist and movie producer who was also a founder of the idiosyncratic Telluride Film Festival, died on Feb. 13 at his home in Berkeley, Calif. He was 79.

The cause was complications of Parkinson’s disease, said Julie Huntsinger, executive director of the Telluride festival, a half-century-old gathering of cinephiles held in a tiny former mining town in Colorado.

A transplant from the East Coast, Mr. Luddy landed in Berkeley in the 1960s, just in time to join the radical political activity that was afoot there, notably the Free Speech Movement that dominated the University of California campus in 1964.

He worked at the Berkeley Cinema Guild, a two-screen art house that had once been managed by the film critic Pauline Kael, after which he ran the Telegraph Repertory Cinema, another art-house theater, and joined the Pacific Film Archive, part of the U.C. Berkeley Art Museum, which he turned into a vital resource for film devotees and scholars.

By the early 1970s he was organizing as many as 800 programs there each year, from Preston Sturges retrospectives to programs of Russian silent films, new German cinema and movies from Senegal. He presented the United States premiere of Werner Herzog’s “Aguirre, the Wrath of God,” a Conradian tale starring Klaus Kinski as a Spanish conquistador who sets out to find a lost city in Peru, after it had been rejected by the New York Film Festival.

As director of special projects for Francis Ford Coppola’s company American Zoetrope, he produced movies like Paul Schrader’s “Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters” (1985), a complicated film about Yukio Mishima, the eccentric Japanese author who killed himself publicly in 1970 — a passion project that Mr. Schrader has described as “the definition of an unfinanceable project.” Mr. Luddy was its tireless booster and supporter, funding it early on with his American Express card.

In an email, Mr. Schrader described Mr. Luddy as “the big bang of film consciousness.”

He had a capacity for connecting artists to ideas, and to one another, that went beyond mere networking; it was a kind of vocation. The New York Times called him a human switchboard.

It was Mr. Luddy who suggested that Agnès Varda, the French New Wave filmmaker who was in Berkeley in the late 1960s, document the Black Panthers’ efforts to free the Panther leader Huey P. Newton from prison in 1968; her sobering portrait of the activists and their mission captured in two half-hour films is an urgent record of those fractious times.

When Laurie Anderson set out to make “Heart of a Dog,” her 2015 meditation on love and loss, and wanted to learn how to make an essayistic film, Mr. Luddy asked her to phone Philip Lopate, the film critic and essayist, for a tutorial.

It was a measure of Mr. Luddy’s influence, The Times noted in 1984, that he showed “The Italian,” a 1915 film that is considered a model for the immigrant-gangster epic, to Mr. Coppola before he made “The Godfather,” and “I Vitelloni,” Federico Fellini’s 1953 film about a group of young men on the brink of adulthood drifting about in a small Italian village, to George Lucas before he made “American Graffiti.”

And it was Mr. Luddy who introduced Alice Waters, his girlfriend at the time, to the work of Marcel Pagnol, the French filmmaker, in particular “Marius,” “Fanny” and “César,” the trilogy he produced in the 1930s about a group of friends finding their way in Marseille. That inspired the name of Ms. Waters’s restaurant Chez Panisse, the Berkeley institution that ignited the farm-to-table movement.

“We saw the films on three consecutive nights and I cried my eyes out, they were so romantic,” Ms. Waters recalled in a phone interview. “I knew I wanted to name the restaurant after one of the characters. We talked about Marius, Fanny’s lover, and Tom said, ‘Oh no, it has to be after that kindly man who married Fanny, and that was Panisse. And besides, he was the only one who made any money.’”

Chez Panisse would go on to global fame, but it remained Mr. Luddy’s dining room, where he could collect like-minded artists and watch the sparks fly. He and the restaurant also figured largely in a footnote to the moviemaking ethos of that decade, or at least of Mr. Luddy’s cohort, captured in an affecting short film by Les Blank called “Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe.”

As the story goes, Mr. Herzog challenged his fellow filmmaker Errol Morris to a bet, which was either a publicity stunt organized by Mr. Luddy or a genuine goad from Mr. Herzog: Mr. Herzog told Mr. Morris that if he succeeded in his seemingly quixotic mission to finish his first film, “Gates of Heaven,” a quirky, Gothic documentary about pet cemeteries, Mr. Herzog would eat his shoe. The movie was completed by 1978, and Mr. Luddy, Ms. Waters and Mr. Herzog set to work to honor the bet.

Ms. Waters decided, she said, that the best way to get the job done was to treat the shoe (a leather desert boot, actually) like a pig’s foot or a duck and braise it for hours in duck fat and herbs, which they did in her kitchen.

Later, at a screening of “Gates of Heaven” in 1979, Mr. Luddy played master of ceremonies as Mr. Herzog, with the aid of a pair of cooking shears, tackled his meal, which was laid out on a table on the theater’s stage. He bravely choked down a few bites, as did Mr. Luddy. Mr. Blank’s film is a touching, and very funny, ode to art-making, and also to the skillful machinations of Mr. Luddy.

In 1974, Mr. Luddy and a group of friends, Stella and Bill Pence and the film historian James Card, conceived a film festival to be held over three days in September in the picturesque former mining town of Telluride, Colo. (Bill Pence died in December.)

There would be no prizes, no angling for distribution, no marketing, no paparazzi and no red carpets — just an almost inconceivable amount of screenings, talks and shenanigans. They would show old films and new, local films and foreign, and art films as well as more popular fare, the offerings curated according to the organizers’ own appetites and interests. There would be guest curators from outside the film word, too, like Salman Rushdie, Don DeLillo, Rachel Kushner and Stephen Sondheim.

You might find Louis Malle at the bar, Robert Downey Sr. declaiming in the town’s plaza that plots were dead, Mr. Herzog and Barbet Schroeder playing table football. Mr. Lopate recalled that during the festival’s first year he found himself on an elevator with Leni Riefenstahl, the Nazi propagandist, and Gloria Swanson. The two women were trading health secrets involving sesame seeds.

“It mixes new directors and old ones — the venerable King Vidor is here this year — actors, distributors, scholars and the bristly and ardent society of film buffs,” The Times wrote in 1976. “Everyone is available to everyone else — names and no‐names, young and old — up to the point of exhaustion and past it.”

In 2016, A.O. Scott of The Times described the festival, then in its fifth decade, as “a gathering of the faithful, consecrated to the old-time cinephile religion,” adding: “The local school gym and a hockey rink on the edge of town are temporarily converted into what screening M.C.s unironically refer to as cathedrals of cinema. Everyone is a believer.”

Mr. Luddy might have been cinema’s most fervent believer, as well as its main officiant. The festival reflected his tastes, which were, as David Thomson, the San Francisco-based British film critic and historian, said, “both catholic and universal.” But, he added, “friendship was Tom’s art, really. He was unlimited in his wish and ability to help people in the broad area of film, and he did it without any ulterior motive, which is not common in the movie world.”

Thomas William Luddy was born on June 4, 1943, in New York City, and grew up in White Plains, N.Y., raised by staunch Democrats in what had been a monolithically Republican community. His father, William Luddy, who had worked in newspaper advertising and founded a national merchandise reporting service, was campaign manager for various candidates and, finally, chairman of Westchester County’s Democratic Party. His mother, Virginia (O’Neill) Luddy, was a homemaker and political volunteer.

At the University of California, Berkeley, Tom studied physics and then literature, graduating with a B.A. in English. He also ran a film society and played on the varsity golf team.

Mr. Luddy is survived by his wife, Monique Montgomery Luddy; his brothers, Brian, James and David; and his sister, Jeanne Van Duzer.

Although Mr. Luddy spent most of his time behind the scenes, he did appear in one movie: Philip Kaufman’s 1978 remake of “Invasion of the Body Snatchers,” in which he played to the creepy hilt one of the first humans to metamorphose into a pod person.

“Ah, the ubiquitous Tom Luddy,” The Times quoted a member of a film crew as saying in 1984. “It always seems like there were three or four of him!”

The former alderwoman, who served from 1989 to 2011, championed historical preservation, beautification and the protection of park spaces, friends, family and colleagues said.Former Ald. Mary Ann Smith, who oversaw Edgewater’s beautification and historic preservation in her two decades in office, died Wednesday at 77, according to her family.

A native of the Northwest Side, Mary Ann Smith died from complications of Parkinson’s disease, said Matthew and Michael Smith, her two sons.

As 48th Ward alderwoman from 1989 to 2011, Smith prioritized creating park spaces, improving local schools, introducing traffic calming measures and preserving the ward’s historic blocks, her family, friends and colleagues said.

Smith “radiated authenticity, sweetness, compassion,” and was always followed around by her dogs and cats, Matthew Smith said.

“Her spirit translated seamlessly into her aldermanic years,” he said. “She was very much a mother to the 48th Ward community, whether they were ready for it or not.”

Thom Greene, an Edgewater resident and architect, worked with Mary Ann Smith throughout her time as alderwoman and remained friends long after. He and others who knew her well attribute much of Edgewater’s success and beauty to her and her predecessors’ work.

Smith succeeded two other eminent female leaders in Edgewater: former alds. Marion Volini, who served the neighborhood from 1978-1987, and Kathy Osterman, who was alderwoman from 1987-1989.

“Everyone thinks, ‘Oh, this neighborhood’s really great,’ and they don’t realize how we got there and what we did to create the world that they just walked into,” Greene said. “It’s a great legacy of those women; they really were the forefront and leaders for decades in the 48th Ward.”

Mary Ann Smith even went so far as to earn a brief criminal record for her commitment to keeping the neighborhood looking good.

In 1993, a private group began putting up “terrible” advertisement benches and wouldn’t listen to the alderwoman’s warning that they couldn’t use public space like that. So, she took matters into her own hands, Greene said.

Mary Ann Smith, Greene and one of her sons went out one night and painted over the benches — only to be caught, arrested and charged with criminal damage to property, Greene said and according to a 1993 Chicago Tribune article.

“She was all about beautification,” Greene said, recalling the story with laughter. “She always loved that story.”

Another of her lasting legacies was the restoration of neighborhood schools like William C. Goudy Technology Academy, George B. Swift Specialty School, Pierce Elementary School and Nicholas Senn High School, said former Ald. Harry Osterman.

“Mary Ann was really able to lead the effort to make sure the schools were top notch,” Harry Osterman said. “The kids going back to school in the fall are going to be in better learning environments because of Mary Ann.”

Mary Ann Smith was also chair of the City Council’s committee on parks, ensuring the community had the green space it deserved. In her later years in office, she helped lead an effort to get smoking banned at city beaches.

Parks on the 6100 and 5900 Blocks of North Sheridan Road, as well as green space behind Senn High School, are thanks to Mary Ann Smith, said Jack Markowski, another of her longtime friends in the neighborhood and the former commissioner for the Department of Housing.

“Mary Ann was always looking out for the good of the community, working with the block clubs, the neighbors, the condo associations,” said Markowski, who also was executive director of the Edgewater Community Council from 1983 to 1990.

Mary Ann Smith was Kathy Osterman’s chief-of-staff, and, before that, was involved in community organizing with the Independent Voters of Illinois and her local block club, her friends said.

In a 2016 Chicago Sun-Times article, Mary Ann Smith attributed her community work — and her experience as a young mother — as the inspiration for her jump into politics.

“I remember literally walking in to see Mayor Richard J. Daley’s health commissioner in 1974 with a baby on each hip,” she told the newspaper. “There’s no one more passionate than a person with a new baby.”

After her tenure as alderwoman, Smith remained involved in community affairs, including serving on the Chicago Landmarks Commission and, most recently, on Ald. Leni Manaa-Hoppenworth’s (48th) zoning advisory council.

“Alderwoman Mary Ann Smith paved the way for women like me to serve on City Council. It has been an honor to follow in her footsteps,” Manaa-Hoppenworth said in a statement. “She will be greatly missed and my thoughts are with her family.”

Mary Ann Smith attended the College of Saint Teresa from 1964-1967 and graduated from Mundelein College in 1985.

On December 24, 2024, H. Elizabeth “Liz” Young died peacefully in her sleep at the Colonnades Skilled Nursing Facility in Charlottesville, VA, at the age of 87. The cause of death was complications from Parkinson’s Disease.On December 24, 2024, H. Elizabeth “Liz” Young died peacefully in her sleep at the Colonnades Skilled Nursing Facility in Charlottesville, VA, at the age of 87. The cause of death was complications from Parkinson’s Disease.

She was born Helen Elizabeth Louise Prostel in Dickinson, ND on April 23, 1937. As a young girl she loved roller skating, dancing and music. She started driving at the age of 12.

In 1952 her family moved to Laramie, WY where she attended Laramie High as the Class of 1955 and participated in Band, Thespian Society, Girls State (where she got to be the stand-in “Governor of Wyoming” for a day) and acted in the Senior Class play. Many of the boys in her high school called her a “swell girl” in their signature notations.

She remained in Laramie, attending the University of Wyoming and majoring in Music. Her father, Edward Prostel, served as an Assistant Professor at the University, engaging in coal research. Her mother Irmgard was a homemaker, renowned cook and local volunteer. While at the University, Helen met her future husband, Donald “Don” Young, and they married on July 20, 1957.

Shortly after marriage, the couple moved to Washington DC and in 1958 Helen gave birth to their first child, Constance “Connie” Harriet Young. In the fall of 1959 they moved to Clinton, MD and their second child, Donald Stuart “Stu” Young, was born in 1960. Adoption in 1965 of Susan Lynn “Susie” Young, born in 1959 and adoption in 1967 of Anthony Edward “Tony” Young, born in 1960, rounded out her family of four children. While living in Clinton, the family engaged in biking, camping, Boys and Girls Club sports, PTA, the Oxon Hill Swim Club (where Helen served as a board member), and myriad other physical activities and travels. She taught piano from home for many years, while Don was an attorney for the Federal Power Commission. Their house was always open to visitors, extended family and friends, and numerous gatherings and parties were part of the scene. She completed her BA degree in Music at Wyoming in 1974 after a hiatus of 17 years, a remarkable example of persistence. At about this time she asked that people call her “Liz” rather than Helen.

She left her family in 1974 and moved to Northern Virginia, divorcing Don, and working a series of jobs along with a short-lived second marriage. In 1989 she married Bob Shuster, a marriage that lasted 8 years and also sadly ended in divorce. She then moved to Franklin, WV for several years and settled in the Stanardsville, VA area in 2001. She remained there for nearly two decades, hiking the surrounding mountains, maintaining trails, playing piano for local churches, and enjoying the Greene Mountain Lake neighborhood.

She was preceded in death by her parents, Edward and Irmgard (nee Butenuth) Prostel, and her sister Evelyn “Lynn” Will.

Her surviving family includes her younger sister Helga Bindschadler (with husband Darryl), her four children, and grandchildren Patrick Young and Casey (nee Young) Carter (with husband Phillip), children of Stu and wife Jennifer Baliles Young; Corinne and Alyssa Dubovsky, children of Connie and husband James (Jim) Dubovsky; and Savva Young, child of Tony and wife Elena (nee Chernikova) Young.

John was born in 1942 to Jane Love Bratton Spratt and John McKee Spratt, Sr., in Charlotte, N.C. He grew up in York, SC. With the men away at war, little “Johnny” was initially raised in a house by three women he deeply loved: his mother; his aunt Martha Bratton Walker, who was like a second mother to him; and Sarah Elizabeth “Lizzie” Parks, who also raised his mother. Raised alongside him were his adored older sister, Jane Bratton Spratt McColl, and his cherished cousin who was like a sister to him, Martha Bratton “Cissy” McCord.

In 8th grade, John started dating his beloved wife, Jane Stacy Spratt, with whom he had a loving marriage for 56 years. He graduated from York High School and Davidson College. At both schools, he was president of the student body. He won a Marshall Scholarship to Oxford University, where he studied economics, and earned a law degree from Yale. He served as a captain in the Army from 1969-71 and was awarded the Meritorious Service Medal.

In 1971, John came home to York to practice law with his father, whom he highly respected and loved. He was county and school district attorney, president of the Bank of Fort Mill, and owner of a farm and small insurance agency. Active in his community, he was an elder at First Presbyterian Church in York, president of the Chamber of Commerce and United Way, and chairman of the Board of Divine Saviour Hospital.

John served in Congress from 1983 to 2011. He was Chairman of the Budget Committee and was a leader in shaping the federal budget. One of his proudest accomplishments was the Balanced Budget Agreement of 1997, which put the federal budget in surplus for the first time in thirty years. John was also the second highest ranking Democrat on the Armed Services Committee.

John was a loving, generous, intelligent, hardworking man who cared deeply for other people and tried to help all who needed it. His daughters, incredibly fortunate to have him as their father, went through life always hearing people of all walks of life tell them how much they loved and admired their father. By knowing their father and watching how kindly he treated everyone, they understood why people admired him so. He was a kind, giving, wonderful father and grandfather. He told imaginative bedtime stories; cooked delicious seafood after vacation days spent riding the ocean waves of his beloved South Carolina coast; and encouraged his daughters to achieve academically and professionally.

As his granddaughter Grace Brennan said, “He was just always willing to do anything we wanted to make us happy. I mean, there was a video of him getting up and doing the chicken dance with James.”

His granddaughter Lily Tendler wrote, “He was a man of deep love, boundless empathy, and infectious curiosity. He believed in the power of knowledge to transform lives, turning learning into a joyful game for his grandchildren—offering nickels for every history question answered correctly, spelling games, and nurturing passions for music and writing.”

John was deeply respected by his colleagues, friends, and family.

As President Biden wrote in a condolence letter to the family, “Guided by his wit, wisdom, decency, and grace, John deeply understood the promise of America, and he fought tirelessly to bring people together to help us live up to that promise.”

Former President Obama wrote, "John Spratt understood something that many politicians don’t: that the point of public service isn’t to make headlines or to put your approval rating on a shelf and admire it. It’s to make life better for the people you were elected to serve. That’s what John did again and again, and I will always be grateful for his vision, his decency, and his courage in the moments that mattered most. Michelle and I are thinking of John’s family and everyone who admired a deeply good man."

Congressman Jim Clyburn wrote, “Serving in Congress with John Spratt was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life…. His love of country and respect for humanity were always on display. He was an inconspicuous genius and the most ordinary, extraordinary person I have ever known.”

Former President Clinton wrote, “John Spratt was a skilled and deeply principled lawmaker…. He was masterful in his knowledge of policy and was willing to work with anyone to pass legislation that would make a difference in people’s lives. He had a unique ability of knowing when to hold the line and when to compromise, and it earned him the respect of all in Washington. I’ll always be grateful for the chance to work with him, especially on the Balanced Budget Act of 1997 which he co-authored and helped produce record surpluses. John was a true public servant and a really good man.”

College friend Joe Howell wrote, “Spratt…was a hero not just for me but for so many others. He was without question the smartest person I ever knew, and he was also the wisest. His quiet sense of humor and subtle wit were contagious. And despite all his accomplishments including serving his country in the House of Representatives, he never took himself too seriously. I can still see the twinkle in his eye, and hear his boisterous belly laugh.”

Friend and former staffer Tom Kahn wrote, “John Spratt is the most decent man I ever met. He was kind, generous, thoughtful, and courageous. And he was brilliant. He enjoyed the respect of all his colleagues, even the ones that disagreed with him. He did the toughest things because they were right. He supported gun control, civil rights, health care, and abortion, even though they were politically costly. But for John, it was more important to do the right thing, even if he paid a price.”

John is survived by his much-loved wife, Jane Stacy Spratt; his three daughters, Susan Elizabeth Spratt (David Tendler), Sarah Stacy Spratt (Brian Brennan), and Catherine Bratton Spratt; grandchildren Lily Isabella Spratt Tendler, Jack Harris Bratton Tendler, Max Louis Ormand Tendler, Jane Grace Brennan, and James Benjamin Spratt Brennan; sister Jane Bratton Spratt McColl (Hugh Leon McColl, Jr.); and many loved nieces, nephews, cousins, and other family and friends. He was preceded in death by his parents, John McKee Spratt, Sr., and Jane Love Bratton Spratt.

 Peter ("Pete") Craig was born April 11, 1945 in New York City and passed away at home in Laguna Niguel on February 9, 2023, at age 77, surrounded by his family.

Born to Donald Edward Craig and Patricia Marie Dailey, Pete spent his childhood in Ithaca and Manhasset, New York. His father Don was an opera singer, choral conductor, and professor of music at Cornell University. His mother Patricia was a design artist and hatmaker in Hollywood during the golden age of film.

Pete grew up in New York City during the 1950's and was a Yankees fan in the era of Mickey Mantle. He was a Life Scout, one of the highest leadership ranks in Boy Scouts of America, and a member of their honor society, Order of the Arrow.

He graduated from Case Institute of Technology (now Case Western Reserve University) with a B.S. in Electrical Engineering in 1967. At Case, he was a member of Phi Kappa Tau, managed the college radio station jazz programming and played drums in the Case orchestra.

In 1967, after college, he married Penelope Ford, the clarinet player from the orchestra. They settled in Minnesota, where he worked at Honeywell International developing aerospace components, including for the Apollo 11 Command Module "Columbia". They had a beautiful daughter, Gretchen, in 1971.

In 1973, he was transferred with his family to Cologne, Germany to integrate foreign computer communication networks. When Pete returned to the U.S. in 1974, he pursued a Master's degree in Electrical Engineering at the University of Minnesota. He had keen foresight into the evolution of technology; his 1975 graduate thesis focused on the "Application of Queuing Theory to the Analysis of Computer-Communications Systems". The work analyzed uses of the Advanced Research Projects Agency (ARPANET) technologies that ultimately became the technical foundation of the Internet.

In 1976, he relocated to Orange County, California, to join the burgeoning computer revolution. He joined Printronix, a supplier of line matrix printers, where he rose to the position of Vice President, International, managing joint ventures and distribution channels in 40 countries.

In 1977, he married Patricia Brown and welcomed Kent and Jerry as loving stepsons; he and Pat were married for 43 years until her passing in 2021.

Pete ultimately led a distinguished 50 year career as a technology executive. He was proud that his business engagements in the 1980's led to personal interactions with Steve Jobs and Bill Gates. From 1986-1989, he served as CEO of Promod, Inc., a supplier of software development tools. From 1989-1999, Pete was a Director and Vice Chairman of Rainbow Technologies Inc. (NASDAQ: RNBO), a supplier of information security products for the Internet and eCommerce. While at Rainbow, he led work on cryptography solutions for the U.S. government intelligence community.

His extensive operating experience in the electronics and software industry, and primarily in IT infrastructure and enterprise applications products and services, lent immense value to both public and private sector clients, as the world embraced the information technology revolution.

Pete completed post graduate business programs at Stanford University's Graduate School of Business, the University of California, Irvine (UCI) and Wharton/Spencer Stuart Directors training programs. He was certified by Institutional Shareholder Services as a qualified independent director.

From 1993-1997, and again from 2005-2007, Pete served on the National Board of Directors and Executive Advisory Board of the American Electronics Association. He later served as a Board member for many technology companies, focusing on corporate governance issues. In recognition of his many years of service, the Forum for Corporate Directors (Orange County) named Pete 'Director of the Year'.

Pete also contributed his time and energy to many charitable causes, including serving on the Board of Trustees for the South Coast Medical Center Foundation in Laguna Beach.

In fact, the only thing Pete ever failed at was retirement. He continued to work, mentoring people about their career paths and helping individuals and companies navigate the complexities of the technology industry.

Pete's professional accomplishments and community services were notable, but his biggest source of pride was his role in loving and mentoring his family and friends. Pete was a loving husband, father, and grandfather to his wife Pat, daughter Gretchen, son-in-law James, stepsons Jerry and Kent, daughter-in-law Judy, and grandchildren Orion, Gwen, and Charlotte.

In 2017, Pete & Pat celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary, surrounded by close friends and family. He and Pat enjoyed attending concerts at the Orange County Performing Arts Center. He loved taking his grandchildren out for ice cream, attending Angels baseball games, and working on his model train set – earning him the nickname "Papa Train." He was a dedicated member of St. Timothy Catholic Church, where he attended Mass for many years.

He was proud of his paternal colonial lineage to the Reverend John Craig, who served as the first Presbyterian pastor of the Augusta Stone Church in Fort Defiance, Virginia in 1740. He also held great pride in his maternal ancestor John Paul Judson being one of the first settlers in the Seattle-Tacoma area, who crossed the Naches Pass through the Cascade Mountains by wagon in 1854. Judson, also a judge, served as a Regent of the University of Washington.

A noble warrior, he bravely battled both prostate cancer and Parkinson's disease for over five years, till his ultimate passing. May he rest in eternal peace with his loving wife Pat until they are joined by the rest of their family. Pete will always be fondly remembered for his engaging wit, mentorship, and love for his family and he will live on in our hearts and minds forever.