I have visited some places I really wish I could have stayed. If it were my choice I would still be there right now. As much as Ilike it here, I would rather be there.

There is a tent, set on a hill at the top of a 1,500-foot cliff overlooking the Jordan Valley in southern Israel. When the sun comes up in the morning it breaks over the mountains a few miles to the east and literally shatters the darkness around you. The winds sail up the face of the cliff from the valley below and almost make you believe you could lean out into them and fly away. It is quiet. No phone. No traffic. It is the area that Moses wandered for 40 years. I could do that. I could stay there. It was good for me to be there.

There was a day that I sat in the little green room at Decatur Memorial Hospital. I had just become a father. I sat in a chair holding this little blanket in my arms. Inside the blanket were two blue eyes. The eyes looked straight into mine and said things that I could not hear, but could feel more clearly than I had felt anything in my life. My daughter. MY daughter. I would like to go back there. I would like to spend some time there again, seeing those eyes. Oh, the eyes are still here, but now they are 12 years old and they look at many different things. Then, they looked at me. Only me. I am proud of my 12-year-old, but I could go back to that room again. I could stay there.

I think Peter would understand that. I think that whatever else happened in Peter's life - and we have an awful lot of it recorded - he would have given it all up to go back. And I think I know where he would have gone.