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For me it is quite difficult finding the right words to compose an obituary about Pete Kerr.
Imagine the following. Your are invited to stay at a friends house for the weekend. You’re visiting a motorshow together, you’re invited having dinner with friends, you’re having breakfast together, you’re having a drink in the evening and talk about your beloved topics: motorracing and cars, cars and motorracing, you have fun listening to the stories, you’re loughing together and casually you’re talking about the future.
Pete’s plan for the future was going back to New Zealand, by the end of this year, where he actually was from. His cars in the gararage were already prepared to send over, just a few things needed to be done in old England before the journey to his place near Auckland could start. His last words to me, when I left on Sunday for the airport, were his invitation to New Zealand: “You must come, we’ll have a nice drive with my cars there!”
That happend on the last weekend in March and it was the last time I saw Pete alive. We had several talks on the phone afterwards and once he mentioned that he has to go to the hospital in Oxford, just a health check, nothing serious.
A few days after our last talk, I received a call from his best friend. He told me about Pete’s poor health and that he was taken to a hospice. My attempt to talk to Pete on the phone in the Willen-Hospice was without success. Pete Kerr passed away in the wee hours of the morning of May 1st, 2007, just 5 weeks after we met each other lastly .......
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