I am sure a small group of ex White Father students may remember where they were 60 years ago today.June 1st 1963 We had been playing football and then went for a swim in the lough.After a while we realized that Peter was missing and although we tried we were not able to save him.That day changed the lives of many.I may be wrong but I don’t think that anyone in that year became a White Father .A great guy and a great friend.Rest in peace Peter.
Kevin

I was on the shore of the lough when he died. It’s a memory that will be with me forever. I watched the whole thing from the shore, unable to do anything. He was not a good swimmer but jumped in from the boat, expecting to be caught by Bob Johnson (deceased), but he slipped out of Bob’s arms and went under. He evidently panicked. It was horrible to watch. He occupied the room next to me. A great footballer and mathematician.
God rest his soul.