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January 6, 1975 ~ October 25, 2012
"Peter leaves many who will remember the scamp who laughed as he blew past even the most accomplished and cracked up his class with his humor.
That is as it should be."

Often it seemed Peter was born with a soccer ball attached to his foot. From the time he could walk, he was dribbling, shooting at the net hanging between two trees in the front yard and kicking against the cinder block wall in the driveway, sometimes shattering the nook window just above the rhododendron and outraging his mother. Chores weren't allowed to interfere with his daily routine, the hours recorded on the refrigerator door.
When the movie crew arrived, they were amazed at the little workout facility he'd created and he shined even in the glow of the captain of the U.S. National Team. Many awards and championships filled his scrap book, but soccer wasn't his only interest and achievement. He excelled in the classroom, earning the opportunity for an Ivy League education. He even kicked a game winning field goal for his high school team and was hoisted on their shoulders like a rag doll.
Friends flocked to the door, wanting to feel some of his energy and wit. Instead of academia, he went into the building trades, the start of his descent and the reason he regularly gave for the beginnings of his addictions.
Peter had two lives, the happy joyful boy and the man overwhelmed by demons who believed the grain silos on the Willamette River held nuclear missiles.
He adored his sister and mother, and put up with his father, the coach who couldn't steer him from the evil he was putting into his arm. Peter died at 37, in his van, on the streets of Seattle, WA.
Many will miss him,
choosing to see the Peter who they loved.
Peter is survived by his mother, Cathy Tromblee of Roseburg, OR; father, Ron Lealos of Vancouver, WA; and sister, Jessica Lealos of Medford, OR.
A memorial is being planned and will be announced later.
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Published in The Columbian on Oct. 31, 2012