Remembering Peter DaCosta Christie

To my darling brother I will miss u and all ur smart remarks I hope that u rest in eternal peace may God be with you RIP
MY BROTHER

To my beloved Uncle Peter I miss you and will cherish all our memories that we shared. May you rest in peace and rise in glory

I knew you when we were kids,I always saw you as Vere’s little brother. By all accounts,you grew up to be an amazing man.
To your family,your siblings,your kids, I send my deepest sympathy and my sincerest condolences.
May the love of God perpetually guide you all at this time,and may God’s love,God’s grace and mercy take you through the process of losing your loved one.
May Peter rest in Peace✝️

A Tribute to My Best Friend, P

For 58 years, P, you’ve been more than a friend—you’ve been my confidant in every way that truly matters. From the very beginning, when we were just kids playing side by side, we formed a bond that time, distance, and life’s challenges could never break. We grew up together—not just in age, but in understanding, in resilience, in love.

In your lifetime you possesed many titles: fireman, driver, cook (the best souse) procurement officer, member of the Barbados military, relative, friend, business owner, devoted father—but to me, you were always just P. Honest, loyal, and deeply grounded in your values. You never sugarcoated the truth, no matter how hard it was to say, and I thank you for that. Your honesty shaped me, challenged me, and made me stronger.

You endured so much—losing your mother at a young age, navigating life with a strength that defied words. Your sister Doreen stepped in with love and grace, and in your final days, your three sisters Pat, Sonia and Cheryl—your “three moms,” as you affectionately called them—surrounded you with care and unwavering devotion. Everton, faithful and kind, stood by your side for every doctor’s visit, and Pat and Albert opened their home and hearts to you. Colin also offered words of encouragement.

Your brother, the late Adrian’s “Vere” death was a hard blow! You vowed to do everything possible to let his legacy live on! Sonia and Karen and Greta were instrumental and really stepped up to the plate not only with genuine love and support but the business aspect.

You were loved deeply because you loved deeply.

I loved you with every fiber of my being. And I will do everything in my power to keep the promises we made to each other. Our time together was extraordinary, and of all the memories we share, one of the most cherished will always be the day you were baptized. That moment—the clarity, the peace, the joy—was when the world finally saw the real you. You shone with a light that came from deep within. We became church buddies, sharing faith and fellowship, navigating life with different paths but always arriving at the same truth.

We didn’t always agree, but we always understood. And that’s what made our connection so powerful.
(We definitely disagreed on the many hours you spent cleaning your vehicle)

Your love made me feel seen, accepted, and valued. Thank you for letting me walk beside you, for trusting me, for letting me be part of your journey. You leave behind a legacy of courage, kindness, and integrity that will continue to inspire me every day.

Until we meet again, my friend, my confidant —rest well. You are deeply missed, eternally loved, and never forgotten.

With all my heart,
Rosie

RIP peter your work on earth is complete sleep well my friend

I did not know Peter Christie, but I know his brothers Albert and Everton. May he rest in peace and rise in glory. The Warner Family

From the comments of his friends and family, I KNOW he was a man well loved, I feel moved to write a tribute for a man I never met. I wish I had met this giant of a man.

If you ever smelled souse bubbling from Christie Village on a Saturday, chances are it was Peter Christie making sure the pot was just right. Because Peter wasn’t just a man who cooked he fed souls, told jokes while stirring, and always made sure there was enough for “one more plate.” It was impossible to leave his table hungry, or without a smile, even if he scolded you gently for trying to sneak a taste before it was ready.
Born on February 1, 1966, Peter lived with a quiet strength and an unshakeable faith, reflected in every step he took, whether as Fire Officer 131 in the Barbados Fire Service or as a faithful member of Western Light Church of the Nazarene. He worked hard, served his community, and still found time to check in with those he loved, sending uplifting quotes each morning to nieces, nephews, and friends who now scroll back through those messages to feel him close.

Peter was the kind of dad who showed up, no matter what. His children Kemar, Shaquille, Kadeem, Shakira, Damani and stepdaughter Rashida knew that “Dad” wasn’t just a title, but a promise. Even if he was tired after a long shift, he would still find time to laugh, to pray with them, or to give one of his honest, no-nonsense talks that often ended with a chuckle and a hug. His “baby girl” Shakira and the rest of the family will forever carry that warmth with them.

If you needed an ear, Peter was there. If you needed advice, he would give it, direct but caring. If you needed someone to join you for a lime, he was the one cracking a small grin, asking, “So, who making souse?” If you needed prayer, he was your prayer warrior. And if you needed to hear, “Yes, please,” just one more time, Sonia surely wishes she could hear it again as she hands him a smoothie he’d claim was better than his own.

Peter loved deeply and widely. To his cherished partner Deborah, siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, church family, and friends across the USA and Barbados, he gave laughter in heavy moments and light in dark times. He was known to hop into a car for a beach drive or a quick shop just to keep you company. And when he couldn’t fix your troubles, he would simply sit beside you, reminding you that you weren’t alone.

In a world that often moves too fast, Peter’s steady presence was a reminder to slow down, to talk to your family, to cook something good, to serve your community, and to thank God for another day. He leaves behind a legacy of love, faith, honesty, and a family knitted together through the stories and meals they shared with him.

Rest well, Peter. You’ve earned it. We’ll miss your quotes, your laughter, and your souse, but most of all, we’ll miss the way you made us feel seen and loved, just by being you. Until we meet again, may you be at peace, knowing you made this world brighter for everyone you touched.

Sincere condolences to Cheryl, Sonia and the entire Christie family. Sending you strength, peace and comfort in the days ahead. I know losing someone so close is so hard. With much love and heartfelt memory of your love one, someone who brought you a smile to every occasion. Rest In Peace, Peter!!!

RIP cuz…Condolences to the family .can’t believe you are no longer with us

Like Sonia,anytime I was invited to the vlge for a lime my question to Adrian was always,Peter making souse’..No more pain ,no more tears …Continue to rest in peace…
You will be missed….

Peter you are miss already.Your baby girl as you call me cannot believe you are not with us anymore,but you are not in anymore pain
.I love you and would always ❤️
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Peter I will miss you, God be with you until we meet again.❤️

Uncle Peter, I’m truly going to miss you. I’ll miss our candid conversations, your no-nonsense honesty, and the times we spent together—whether it was grabbing a bite, going shopping, or worshipping at church. Every morning, you sent me an uplifting quote that set my day on the right path—but now, I find myself searching for that message and then remembering you’re no longer here. I revisit those old quotes, holding onto them as a reminder of you. I’ll miss your straightforward advice and the way you’d lovingly call me “baby girl.” You’ll always be in my heart and never forgotten. I love you, Uncle Peter. ❤️🕊️

Sincere condolences.

My condolences to the entire family. May he rest peacefully.

Well well well. I hate the way this whole thing played out. I tried to help you get better. I tried my best and it honestly felt like I let you down. I appreciate you for always being an ear to listen to me when I felt like no one else would. Spending time with me when I wanted to hang out and just being everything I feel like an uncle should be. At least there’s no more suffering and you can keep your siblings company. Thank you, for letting me get to experience someone as dope as you Uncle Peter. You will never be forgotten. I wrote a poem for you

Loss doesn’t ask permission. It arrives in silence, then echoes forever. Time doesn’t heal it; it just teaches you how to live beside the ache, how to smile without betraying the grief. Some absences become a second skin not because we forget, but because we remember so deeply it reshapes who we are.

I love you Uncle Peter. ♥️🕊️

Maxine Christie-Shepherd says:

June 28, 2025 at 8:16 pm

Well said my son! He loved you also, you were his boy!

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Peter I miss our talks and you asking what I want you to cook. You made the best souse, I miss hearing you say, “yes please and I love you too sis.” I wish you were still here. I miss you sitting at the table eating and I asking you how your day was, asking you if you ate lunch and what did you eat for lunch, you telling me that you like my smoothies better than you like your own. I miss lying next to you and we having our talks and you telling me things that I will carry with me forever. Rest in Peace my brother. Love your sister Sonia❤️❤️❤️