Sunday, August 2, 2026
Dr. Peter was my family’s dentist from 1986 until his retirement. When we arrived in London as refugees from then-communist Poland, and Immigration Canada assigned Dr. Peter to us as our dentist, we did not realize just how lucky we were. He was not only a skilled professional but also a truly kind, understanding and generous person. When our work insurance covered 80% of our dental expenses, he refused to claim the remaining 20% because it would cut into our budget. Sometime later, when we brought my father-in-law to Canada, he also became Dr. Peter’s patient. Dr. Peter insisted on treating him free of charge because my elderly father-in-law reminded him of his own dad who, while living in Greece, might possibly need a helping hand from someone around him.
Conversations between a dentist and a patient sitting in the dentist’s chair with an open mouth are not easy. Still, we could tell that he was a devoted father to his kids. He could not be prouder when he found out that his son had graduated from medical school and become a doctor. And when his daughter set out to establish her life and career in Toronto, he was very invested in her success and happiness.
Dr. Peter left a mark in our hearts that will stay there forever.
To his children, Demetri, Marisa and Phil – you should be very proud of your father. May he rest in peace.
Jack, Barbara and Magda Hentel
