BENEFITING: Big Brothers Big Sisters of Puget Sound
Shortly after his 16th birthday on August 28, 1995, my little brother, Peter McColl disappeared. He was a thoughtful, strong, and kind person. I remember spending a "day in the life of Peter" earlier that year, joining him at Berkeley High when I was visiting from college. He had friends of all types that came up to us- he was a good listener, a budding poet, artist, and musician. People came to him with their problems and he was there for them. He cared deeply about life and making a meaningful difference. He loved solitude in nature. One of his first words as a baby was "trees" which he would gaze at outside his nursery window. He had long curly hair (like mine) and deep blue eyes.
I write this in the past tense only because it has been 20 years since I have seen my brother. But I still do not know whether he is still alive and his sudden absence remains a deep and painful mystery. I still see his image on the faces of strangers... My last memory of him is giving him a hug before I got on a plane that summer to go back to Seattle. I had to reach up to embrace his strapping shoulders (he was over 6'0 and growing). The last thing he wrote to me was in a card for my BA graduation:
"God be with you in every step you take, as you forge a path through this wilderness we call LIFE… Always remember that your life is what you make it. Wherever you go, whatever distances you travel, and whatever obstacles you overcome, you have to remember where you came from: your family. Always remember us, and know we’ll always be here for you. Remember that we love you, and will always. Your loving brother, Peter"
In the spirit of this beautiful message that he gave me, I would like to do something in honor of Peter on this day. If you would like to join me, please consider making a donation to Big Brothers Big Sisters of Puget Sound. You can donate to them directly through this page. Please list your donation in honor of Peter McColl. I am a Big Sister and the experience of mentoring and being there for my little sister continues to bring me joy. Love, Rebecca