Smith, Peter Paul

Smith, Peter Paul

November 19, 1946 – December 31, 2016
Age 70 of Hopkins. He was born in Chicago, Ill. He worked as a copywriter in Advertising for 40 years. He liked to say “Please don’t tell my mother I am in advertising because she thinks I am in prison.” Pete wrote essays for Minnesota Public Radio for 4 years. He published 2 books and wrote many poems, songs and stories. He was a prolific writer and reader. He loved his book club, loved his cigars with Sid at Lake Calhoun and most of all loved his family. Pete was the guy in the back of the crowded room at a party. Always observing. His heart was so big. So many people will remember his quiet kindness. Pete was diagnosed with Stage 4 colon cancer on October 11 and died December 31. He barely had any time to wrap his head around all of this. He spent a great deal of time at the Veterans Hospital in Minneapolis. The love and kindness he experienced at the VA was truly a gift. Thank you to all those exceptional nurses, docs and volunteers. What you do everyday is beyond any words. The outpouring of kindness, generosity and love from family, friends and people who didn’t even know Pete was so emotional and so heartfelt by all of his family and especially by Pete. Thank you will never say it all. Survived by his wife, Mary Duffy, his children, Sam D. Smith (Brigitte), Emily G. Eagon (Eric), Joe M. Smith (Britanny) and John H. Smith, his granddaughter Miss Renny Gen and a boy due in April. Pete’s siblings: Jud (Mari), Betsy Wexler (Stuart), Kate Albrecht (Ray), Margaret Bruner, Tony (Darlene), Clem (Johnna). Preceded in death by father, John J., mother, Margaret Murnane, brother Phil and sister Martha Dolson. Pete is also survived by the Duffy family who will miss him so much. So many nieces, nephews and cousins Pete loved so dearly. We will remember his smile, his humor and most of all his huge heart. He had only 2 regrets: ” I would have done yoga and eaten more Nutter Butters.” Pete wrote this song December 12th The time has come It’s time to go Time to head Down that lonesome road Just one thing Before I go Tell the world I love it so I love it so In memory of Pete, hug your family, be kinder than you want to, drink plenty of milk and write home to mom. A Celebration of Pete’s life to come. YOU are loved, Peter P. Smith (Published in the Star Tribune on Jan. 7, 2016)