12/23/2022
My family and I would like to take moment to thank everyone who helped or reached out us this past week during our search for Peter. The way you opened your hearts to us has deeply and profoundly touched us. Your love and concern have been our only light in this terribly dark time.
We would like to thank the CPD Area 3 SVU team and especially Det Jose Duran who gave selflessly of his time to provide comfort and direction during and after our search. We also want to direct thanks to the Weiners Circle for their video and tribute. Big Apple Foods, Holtzmann’s Jewelry, Angela’s Burrito and other various businesses, condo buildings and individuals who took the time to check their security videos for Peter. Please remember these businesses when shopping or dining in Lincoln Park.
Peter’s friends and NU classmates dropped everything to run to our assistance. They tirelessly pounded the streets, put up flyers and looked in every nook and cranny for signs of Peter. Strangers, friends and family were moved to sacrifice their time to scour the neighborhood. I was so moved by the individuals out searching on their own who saw me on the street and asked if they could give me hug. Upon hearing of our search many of you reached out to shower us in hope and prayers. Every one of you were a blessing. THANK YOU for your love!! No lamb is lost when the flock stops to find them
My bird has flown away,
Far out of sight has flown, I know not where.
Look in your lawn, I pray,
Ye maidens, kind and fair,
And see if my beloved bird be there.
His eyes are full of light;
The eagle of the rock has such an eye;
And plumes, exceeding bright,
Round his smooth temples lie,
And sweet his voice and tender as a sigh.
Look where the grass is gay
With summer blossoms, haply there he cowers;
And search, from spray to spray,
The leafy laurel-bowers,
For well he loves the laurels and the flowers.
Find him, but do not dwell,
With eyes too fond, on the fair form you see,
Nor love his song too well;
Send him, at once, to me,
Or leave him to the air and liberty.
For only from my hand
He takes the seed into his golden beak,
And all unwiped shall stand
The tears that wet my cheek,
Till I have found the wanderer I seek.
My sight is darkened o’er,
Whene’er I miss his eyes, which are my day,
And when I hear no more
The music of his lay,
My heart in utter sadness faints away.
Carolina Coronado – The Lost Bird
