Terrence G. Peterson

Terrence wrote the obituary below. In honor of his wishes, his family invites all who knew him to gather for a party with memorials, stories, and a meal on Saturday, May 2, 2026, from 11 am-2 pm at First Christian Church, 760 Washington Ave., in Alton, IL. Terrence’s body was donated to science. He loved teaching and, through this donation, will continue to contribute to students’ learning and education.

I, Terrence G. Peterson, died March 5, 2026, of natural causes.

I died as I lived – by my rules.

I entered this life with nothing, but I leave with so many great memories. My life presented me continuous opportunities and challenges through which I developed my strengths and mitigated my limitations. My life was good. In a word: TREMENDI.

I leave behind:

*Two daughters – Shaina and Alyssa – whom I love deeply and in whom I am well pleased.

*A few friends whose company, camaraderie and conversation I enjoyed; and whose counsel I needed.

*Many students who learned in my classes and who maintained contact. I like to think I contributed to their accomplishments.

I was born October 18, 1943 at St John’s Hospital, Springfield, MO the son of Neil Terrence and Eden Olivina (Byler) Cotner, Camdenton, MO. I was the first of my family lines to be born in a hospital. My grandparents are Elam W and Mary A (Sheldon) Cotner, Cape Girardeau, MO; Leslie S “Pete” and Anne (Platter) Byler, Fulton, MO. Just for the record, my great-grandmother is Appie “Ma Pat” Rowena (Byler) Byler, Old Linn Creek, MO – a grand Ozark lady. All are deceased.

My family moved to Godfrey, IL in 1949 when John I Peterson, my mother’s second husband, purchased Valhalla Memorial Park. I grew up in the white house just inside the gates to the cemetery. In 1960, I legally changed my name to Peterson. John Peterson (“Daddy”) did not adopt me, but he deserves the credit for raising me.

I have several college degrees, professional certifications and licenses … none of which are important now. I have a long résumé of endeavours and accomplishments which I will forego. I find résumés boring, especially résumés of dead people. What you remember about me is more important than any list.

Finally, I expect to see many of you again. “Where?” is an interesting question.

-Terrence