Losing part of my name

When I was born, my brother Stevie was 12. He told the family that Margaret was too long a name for such a little baby, and he proposed the nickname Peggy. It stuck for 17 years (I changed the spelling to “Peigi” at age 11). Now you know where the “P” in Meps came from.

Stevie passed away suddenly on April 16th. He was a kind, gentle soul with a great sense of humor. Losing him is like losing part of my name, part of my identity.

In the photo below, he is the tall, handsome athlete. The miniature person, looking up at him adoringly, is me. I’d just learned to walk.

Stevie’s funeral and a celebration of his life will be here in Vero Beach in mid-May.

Stevie and me in 1966. He was later known as Dr. Stephen T. Schulte.

10 thoughts on “Losing part of my name

  1. I fondly remember our time together at the beach house back East. What an amazing gathering of family from both sides. Uncle Stevie always had such a big smile on his face. He continues to smile through you, Aunt Margaret! Thank you for sharing this story.

  2. Hi Meps, Sorry to hear about your brother, that is so sad. He must have inspired you to walk, obviously leading by tall example. Keep walking, bicycling, sailing and driving in his sweet memory.

    Be good to yourself today and every day, there is room,

    John

  3. Dearest Meps,
    My heart goes out to you. What a sweet brother and so much a part of you, your identity. I am saddened at his passing and your loss. You are in my thoughts and prayers, dear one.
    Love you,
    Sharon

  4. What a wonderful picture, it says so much. I’ve been thinking of you often lately. Prayers of much comfort during this time to you, your family, and those lives that were impacted by Stevie’s. Thank you for the small glimpse of your brother.

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