Our Classmate Peter Grossman died on March 20, 2019 in a nursing home in Seattle. He had developed early-onset Alzheimers and had been there for several years.
Here is the official obituary announcement:
Dr. Peter Lawrence Grossman, beloved doctor, tennis competitor, world traveler, nature lover, and dear father passed away in Seattle, Washington, on March 20 from complications with Alzheimer’s disease.
Peter was born in Chicago, Illinois, to parents Nathan and Ruth, and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where he later attended Milwaukee Country Day School. He attended Williams College (‘67), continued medical school at Vanderbilt University (‘71), and completed a residency in Boston. After a tour in the Army at Fort Knox, he moved to California with his wife Christopher Hannan for a fellowship at Stanford where he specialized in infectious diseases. They settled down in San Mateo where they raised two children, Adam and Meredith. Peter practiced medicine for more than three decades with the Mills Peninsula Medical Group, developing lasting relationships with his patients and their families.
While his career was an integral part of his life, tennis was a passion. Being the admirable combination of a fierce competitor and consummate sportsman, Peter made some of his best friends on the tennis court. After captaining the Williams tennis team, he continued to play throughout his life, rising to a national rank for the 40+ age group of 12th in singles and 5th in doubles.
He was always up for a game of any sort. He never missed a “Breakfast at Wimbledon” and loved to settle in for a couple of innings of Giants baseball after work. His children can attest that he was virtually unbeatable at backgammon, dominoes, or ping pong in the garage. And his presence was felt on the sidelines of many childhood sporting events, especially if anyone needed a band-aid.
Peter was also an avid reader, particularly of world history, and he was no stranger to the places about which he read. From hiking in the Himalayas to sailing the Mediterranean, from fly fishing the Blackfoot River to playing tennis in Mexico in the Osuna Cup, pictures from his travels were only outnumbered by the books in his library about those places. But as far as he journeyed, the Bay Area was home, where he could unwind with a long walk along Sawyer Camp Trail or up at Lake Hennessey’s Windy Hill to enjoy bird watching.
Though the disease was difficult, he was smiling to the end. He will be missed by his son, Adam, his daughter, Meredith, his sister Robin, his grandchildren, and countless others whose lives he touched.