When the Prince and Princess of Wales bought pizza for mountain rescue workers, they met a man selling pizza and wrote a touching funeral speech for him.
Father of two Peter Morris, who was 47 years old, died of cancer in May, not long after Kate was told she had it.
On notepaper from Kensington Palace, Prince William wrote his wife Tracey a letter of condolence. When he died, it was read.
“I can’t even begin to imagine what a huge hole he will leave in your life,” he wrote. “My heart goes out to you and your family.”
“Catherine and I had a great time meeting Pete.”
“We know Pete was a very dedicated and well-liked member of the community because of how people have responded to his death.”
“I wanted you to know that you and your family are thinking about you right now.”
In April of last year, Kate and Wills bought 12 pizzas from Peter’s converted VW van for £127.50. Peter is from Ebbw Vale in South Wales.
They gave the Central Beacons Mountain Rescue Team a choice of pizzas while they were at Dowlais Rugby Club in Merthyr Tydfil. The pizzas were margarita, pepperoni, BBQ chicken, and goats cheese.
At the time, Peter said, “They were really nice.” When I was setting up the business, I never would have thought that one day I would work for the young king.
In 2016, Pete opened Little Dragon Pizza Van.
He had beaten esophageal cancer, but doctors found it in his adrenal gland and liver four months after he became a royal. He died in less than a year, but the business keeps going.
The letter from William will be framed for Pete’s daughters, who are eight and five years old.
Tracey, who is 40 years old, told The Sun, “It was a huge surprise.” I have no idea how they learned that Pete had died. Because Kate is getting help, it may have struck a chord with them.
“He talked about how normal they were.”
“Many people wrote to tell us they loved Pete, but the letter from William and Kate was the most lovely.”
William wrote his wife Tracey a letter of condolence on paper from Kensington Palace.
I Returned Home from My Wife’s Funeral to Find a Baby Carriage on My Doorstep — I Went Pale at What I Found Inside
After losing my wife, Emily, to cancer, I thought my dreams of family and happiness were over. Then, on the day of her funeral, I found a mysterious baby carriage on my doorstep with a letter from her inside. She had made arrangements for a surrogate to carry our child if I chose to pursue it.
Emily was the type to remember your coffee order after one meeting and bring soup when you were sick. She’d planned every detail of our lives, from our yard in the suburbs to the family we never got to start. Even in her final days, she prepared for the future, ensuring I’d be okay after she was gone.
In the letter, she’d made arrangements for a surrogate named Natasha and left detailed instructions on the next steps, but still gave me the choice. After months of grieving and talking with her sister Kate, I decided to move forward. This past spring, our daughter, Lily, was born. Now, sitting in her nursery, I see Emily’s spirit reflected in Lily’s tiny features. Emily knew me better than anyone, even planning for a future without her. Through Lily, she’ll always be with us.
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