When I returned home, I turned Peter’s passions into a legacy that would live on. I started art exhibitions featuring his sketches and set up a scholarship fund in his name. His memory wasn’t just about money—it was about honoring his dreams, his future that was stolen.
Though Susan and Jerry’s selfishness stung, it only fueled my drive to make a meaningful impact in Peter’s honor. The mansion I’d once viewed as a hollow reminder of loss now felt like a place of purpose, filled with laughter and creativity from my kids and friends. It was alive again, a true tribute to Peter’s spirit.
Every day, I remind myself: Peter’s legacy isn’t about what’s left in a fund or bank account. It’s about love, strength, and the connection we share as a family. His memory guides me, and it’s through him that I’ve found the courage to keep moving forward.