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.
We are so sorry to hear about your deep loss–would love to hear more about him. Look forward to seeing you next month.
Ruthie and John
Dear Meps, We are so sorry you lost your beloved brother. Thinking of you. Barbara and Jim
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.
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,
There were some who thought it stood for Pest, probably.
I always thought the P was for Patience!
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.
Hugs and thoughts to you.
I send my heart and the best hugs I can muster to you on a cloud.
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.