Reese McKay

I knew Peter from 1982 when we were at the three month seminary in Bedford Springs, Pennsylvania, until he died. We didn't see each other very often over the years, but we always shared a laugh about one thing or another whenever we saw each other. Peter was generous and curious about people and the world around him, always with a quick smile and a witty and humorous response to my rather pedestrian comments whenever I encountered him. We also enjoyed delving a bit deeper into various topics of dharma or music. I miss him.