He Is Not Dead ...

Reprinted with permission from Jennifer Rose Gallery
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As our family and close friends gather to remember Pete Steele today on the anniversary of his passing, we may shed tears, offer prays, hug each other, visit the family grave, send good thoughts into the universe, gather at our Redhook church at noon, and meet as a group in Prospect Park at
Peter's Tree -- we bring with us all the stories and dedication that fans have shared with us in the last year.
Reprinted with  permission by Angie

Whether you believe it or not, we display your photographs in our homes. We share your artwork with friends. We buy pendants and jewelry inspired by Peter's likeness and music. We gather to listen to bands who reach out to us. We email your heartfelt letters to each other so we can smile, cry, laugh and enjoy the experiences you treasured with Peter. 
We support you loving Peter

          Posted with permission by Angie

We thank you for keeping his genius alive
 by playing his songs, sharing his music and poetry
 with your friends, kids, students, family. 
The only thing our family wants is to preserve Peter's memory and legacy for future generations of music fans and rock enthusiasts. It is our hope that Peter's legacy could be documented for his fans to learn more about Peter's early years, the highlights in his life, the people he was inspired by, the friends he made along the way, the fans who are forever impacted by his words and music, the amazing musicians who became his life-long friends, bandmates who are his blood brothers and protectors of his legacy, and the internal struggles that he endured as a sensitive and caring man, as noted in his lyrics. We hope that documentation will come in some form in the future.

Artwork posted with permission  from Karla Collins

The photos in today's post are a few examples of our favorite inspired items from our STEELE family along with some quotes close to my literary & musical heart. I hope you will visit these artists' online stores to support and inquire about their work. xoxo Darcie

Artwork posted with permission
from Karla Collins

“He Is Not Dead
I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair

It needs must be, since he lingers there.

And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.” 

Reprinted with permission from Jennifer Rose Gallery
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"Cybernetic energetic
Mutilating fear creating
Iconoclastic Polyplastic
All mechanic Pro-Satanic
Sample my machinery!"

-- Peter Thomas Ratajczyk, Fallout

Posted with permission by Angela

"They say that a part of you dies when a special Loved One passes away...I disagree...I say a part of  you lives with your Loved One on the other side.”  
― Daniel Yanez

This pendant is available from Valery Ashley

"Hate is fear
I rip at my face in the mirror
death approaching
expiration growing nearer
I'm rotting inside
I'm disgusted with myself
I'm in hell"
--Peter Thomas Ratajczyk, Carnivore

Tree of Life Pendants from The Crooked Oak Tree

“The dead are never truly gone. They linger in our minds and hearts and torture us with a malice they were not capable of in life.”     ― Courtney M. PrivettShadows of Absolution

Photo enhanced by Tab Bendeich

Life has to end, Love doesn't.”

Photo enhanced & posted 

with permission from Angie 
For the meek shall inherit the earth ...

Reprinted with permission from Jennifer Rose Gallery
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 I'm ending this posting with a youtube video that was compiled to illustrate the vocal ranges of  Peter Steele. Check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jm0QV76dmaU
(nice job: Tarantinomaniac)


I Am The Gentle Autumn Rain

This is version of Mary Frye's poem, which I believe is untitled. It is fitting of this anniversary that our family shares with music lovers around the world. It usually helps me get through the loss ...

(Thank you Isa for finding this artwork!)

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.


Whatever you are doing today to remember
Peter Steele Ratajczyk,

whether it's a meeting at Prospect Park
in front of a tree planted in his honor


celebrating mass at Visitation Church in Red Hook


playing music really loud in your car in Germany


sending good thoughts into the universe in California

Our Family Thanks You For Loving

Peter Steele

For Who He Was:









Monster in the Basement



Partner in Crime



Missing You For 2 Years Now


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It Is A Rare Relationship When ...

Mardie & Peter...
First love & loyal confidantes of over 30 years...

It's a rare relationship when two people can just lose themselves within each other ....
Sort of takes your breathe away, doesn't it ?

For all the takers that surrounded Peter later in his life, there were some people who always cared for him throughout different parts of his life. Some of them were the lovely ladies who the family holds dearly ... some were the real friends who gave when others only took.

Peter loved nature, we would often take trips to beautiful places in the woods and spend the whole day exploring. He really loved the feeling of disappearing for the day and no one knowing where we were. This pic is from the renaissance fair, he loved to go there and go back in time, he said that this period in time made him feel "homesick". We would dress up and get into it as if we really lived in this time, eating turkey legs with our hands and all. Of course he would make turkey noises while eating, he was such a joker and always made me laugh. This is just one of hundreds of memories. He was not only my husband but my best friend. The most beautiful thing about Peter was he didn't realize how very special he was. – Donna

To the real friends and loves of Peter's life --
a heartfelt thank you for appreciating Peter
for the extraordinary soul that he was
and loving him despite his faults.