Peter Alfred Martensz
My papa
Papa you always had my heart not because I was the apple of your eye,or the eldest and first grandaughter,but just because u loved me unconditionally,I would love spending all day chatting with you just holding your hand facing you just so u could read my lips,buy you your sweets and hugerum buggerum hated your squeezes on my cheeks they hurt you know papa ! You taught me how to make the best parathas and rice puddings but most of all I miss you telling me off and the cuddles
Album
A gallery of the fondest memories captured throughout the years. Relive those cherished moments in time or add your special memories of Peter to the gallery.
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Family was his life
- Maria
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Me and my papa
- Maria