Peter Johnson's Memorial Fund

In Memory of Peter Johnson, we ask that in lieu of flowers you consider making a donation to the cost of his services.  



     On October 7, 2020, Peter Anthony Johnson passed away peacefully in his sleep. He was 59 years old. Peter is survived by his mother Barbara Johnson; his sisters and brother Tia Johnson, Albert Johnson, Diane Pranzo and LaLaina Din; his nieces and nephews Kyoko, Shara, Nishani, Michael, Cheryl, Brianna, Saga, Beata, Yrsa, Rima and Logan. His great grandnieces and grandnephews Kaila, Hayden, Kairi, Harlow, Mkhai, Imari, Umaiya, Collin, Rylie and Charlotte; and his Uncle Sal and Uncle George; ans Sneezy the cat.
     He was born in a flash on March 23, 1961 at Shore Memorial Hospital in New Jersey. He was his mother’s easiest birth. Peter was a sweet, kind and loving man. Also known as “The Cat Man.” Pete took care of many, many kittens and cats. He loved his family dearly and always enjoyed seeing everyone happy and having fun. He spent many winters planning fun summer camping trips to Cedar Point in Sag Harbor. He loved camping and the outdoors, sunsets, sunrises, the ocean, car rides on the beach – taking many of us on bumpy rides across the sand. He loved being outdoors, finding new camping equipment or a new recipe for the trips. He made sure we always had a campsite a step away from the ladies room. He was thoughtful and caring. He loved sitting at the water at Saterley Park with his mom every Thursday for a picnic ― sun, rain or snow ― the weather never stopped him from having a good lunch and a chance to be with nature and converse with his mother.
     He taught many a nephew and niece how to fish and fly a kite. And as kids we made kites together and flew them on the beach. When he was a teen he would spontaneously ask his lil’ sis to go for a bike ride to have breakfast on the beach and watch the sunrise.
     Pete was a great cook and loved food. He made his family members many great meals and hosted Thanksgiving for all of us at various times. He was traditional and liked to serve our favorites but loved to experiment too, serving egg rolls with turkey one year. He loved a good meal whether he cooked it or ordered out. He could make a special dinner or order a bucket of fried chicken and make you feel well fed and loved. Pete was creative and always had something he was making or designing.
      As a Quality Control Specialist in a machine shop he was skilled in making sure the parts were perfect. He had a penchant for being precise and learned how to do many things. He made boats, doll houses, firehouse, battleships and puppets for the kids. He even built a kayak out of found materials that he could row. When the first kayak would not float he went back to the drawing board and redesigned a stronger better version.
     He was smart and knew so many things. Pete’s memory was amazing. He knew a lot about many subjects. He could recite lyrics, poems, Star Trek dialogue. He had a sense of humor and could always make us laugh. He could do shadow puppets and tell stories about a shaggy dog that made your belly hurt from laughter. He loved having a good conversation and a funny story to tell. There are so many stories to tell of the adventures of Pete and we will all be telling stories about him for years. Who can forget “Pete’s News,” his family newsletter? Peter was one of the most sensitive people you could meet: a rare person without a mean bone in his body. If you knew Peter it was a privilege because he didn’t let too many people into his world. But if you were one of the lucky people who he let surround him, you know you were loved.

     We will miss you Pete!