I don't know where to begin, so I'll just start. I'm Peter's brother-in-law, and I've lived near Peter and his family for the past eight years. His son, Caleb, is my son's best friend, and they have played together and grown together all these years.
I'm sitting in Peter's bedroom right now, hanging with him. I say "hanging" though Peter is no longer speaking, just lying on his back and kinda staring off into space. It's unclear what he can perceive, but it doesn't matter. We're here for him, whatever is going on.