Obituary of Peter John Griffin

Peter John Griffin  Aug. 13, 1961- Sept. 16, 2021.

 

It is with a heavy heart that we say good-bye to our much loved husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle and friend; Peter John Griffin.

 

He was known as Peter by family, Pete by friends and Scallywag or Queerstick by his mother. Those of us who loved him remember a man with many passions. He drag raced on the quarter-mile, pushed sleds and motorcycles beyond their limits, cooked the finest cut of meat to perfection and enjoyed the company of his many friends. His strength was legendary and his words unfiltered. He protected those he loved with a fierce devotion. In his company you felt safe.

 

Peter had a deep compassion for anyone who was vulnerable but refused to allow himself the same. He adored his children and held a deep pride for their many accomplishments. He glowed with joy upon the privilege of making them laugh.

 

Peter found his true love. Her adoration knew no limits and her love no bounds. His final days were spent in her arms.

 

He was kind to animals and they were always a part of his life.

He made us laugh and cry and had a smile that could light up any room.

 

In the end, he wrestled death like the champ he’s always been, forbidding us to cry and forcing himself to rise again and again. He fought like a warrior until he decided it was time to leave us. Then he passed with a smile on his face.

 

Peter John Griffin leaves to mourn his wife Darlene; his three children: PJ, Stephanie (Carl) and Patrick; his  grand-daughter Sophia; his brother Myles (Phyllis); his sisters: Theresa (Peter Straubel) and Patti (Randy Heppell) ; nieces and nephews: Jamie, Leah, Jill, Cheryl and Brady; his dog Spike and many other relatives and friends. He is predeceased by his parents Patrick and Miriam Griffin.

 

Peter’s final resting place will be with his wife and children in Fort McMurray.

 

 

Rest In Peace My Brother.

 

 

You're the color of the sky

Reflected in each store-front window pane

You're the whispering and the sighing of my tires in the rain

You're the hidden cost and the thing that's lost

In everything I do

Yeah and I'll never stop looking for you

In the sunlight and the shadows

And the faces on the avenue

That's the way love is

                

                                              Jackson Browne