Peter Burke Inman
Peter Inman was born to Maurice and Carol Inman in Los Angeles, CA where he grew up with his brother, Michael, and sister, Mary Elizabeth. Peter enjoyed activities and competition: playing catcher on a youth baseball team coached by his father, surﬁng at Santa Monica beach, and exploring LA’s canyons on his mountain bike. After a tour of boarding schools and a summer in Spain, Peter ﬁnally graduated from University High School in Los Angeles.
Peter then went on to attend the University of California, Santa Barbara. While he was at UCSB, he met Lori Bjorseth, a girl from Kansas who was attending summer school. She was captivated by the California surfer boy, and he was smitten with her. She soon transferred from KU to UCLA to be closer to Peter, and they were inseparable from then on. While he would have stayed in college forever or continued to follow the Grateful Dead on tour, Peter graduated with degrees in Political Science and Art History six years later. After a few additional years of slinging copiers in the “real world”, Lori convinced Peter to move to Kansas City in hopes of starting a family and joining the family business.
In 1990, they ditched the ocean for a pool in Overland Park, KS, and were married soon after. During his career with Tech, Peter worked his way from salesman to president, where he was actively involved in running the company until his passing. He was loved and respected by all employees, vendors, and clients, who knew upon meeting Peter, they’d also met a lifelong friend.
The most important friendships in Peter’s life were those with his girls: the love of his life, Lori, and his two daughters, Maggie and Claire. Peter was their biggest fan, personal mechanic, safety queen, and a constant source of laughter. Anyone who knew Peter knew how much he adored Lori. He was the only husband who was upset when his wife went on a girls trip. He truly spent every moment of his life making her happy – with a few eye rolls and a healthy dose of banter in between. Claire was often referred to as “mini-Peter.” They spent countless hours sharing their favorite music, attending concerts, and taking late-night golf cart rides to the beach. Claire served as his personal paparazzi and right-hand woman when it came to documenting some of his most-Peter-worthy moments. The two adored each other, and you never saw Peter more proud than when he was watching her sing in front of a crowd. Maggie was Peter’s greatest conﬁdant and often the voice of reason. He played the role of her dad, best friend, boss, and most recently, roommate. He was most proud of her as she became a wife and mom. When Maggie married Tom, Peter gained the son he never had. They spent countless late nights discussing God knows what. Peter became “Pedro” when his ﬁrst grandson, Graham Groff, was born last year and was excited about the next addition, Baby Girl Groff, this March. He was the ultimate grandpa in the short time he had to prove it.
Peter was a fatherly ﬁgure well beyond his own family; a loving and caring mentor with a following who was eager to soak up his presence. He made time for people and for the moments that mattered. If you were lucky enough to be in his captivating orbit, your life was made richer and more memorable. He had an amazing ability to relate to people of all ages. He was a true kid at heart. Whether it was an outing with one of his new toys, catching a game together, or playing in the sand, the younger generation adored him. As they grew older, his sage advice was counted on by many. Whether relationships, careers, or cars, he could be counted on. Known for late-night stargazing on the beach, music-ﬁlled evenings (part banter and shenanigans), and lively discussions, stories about Peter spanned generations.
Peter lived every day to the fullest and was a man of many talents and passions. He loved music, golf, surﬁng, skiing, sports, traveling, and ﬁnding the latest and greatest gadgets and gear. He especially loved the water and had found his happy place in Watersound, FL where he spent sunrise to sunset making memories with family and friends.
Peter grew up loving UCLA Basketball, the Lakers, and the Dodgers. However, as an adopted Kansas Citian, Peter embraced the sports teams of the area and relished watching the Jayhawks, Royals, and Chiefs win several championships.
You always knew where you stood with Peter. He didn’t mince words, had a very low tolerance for any kind of artiﬁciality, and wasn’t shy about “telling it like it is” — usually with an F-bomb or two sprinkled in. He was always up for a spirited conversation about politics, sports, movies, music, art, etc. He had a heart of gold and would do anything for a friend or someone in need.
If you knew Peter, you knew he was constantly quoting movies, and his most recent favorite was Peanut Butter Falcon. A quote we know he’d be telling us now:
“Yeah, you’re gonna die, it’s a matter of time. That ain’t the question. The question’s, whether they’re gonna have a good story to tell about you when you’re gone.”
And man, do we have some good “fkn” stories to tell.
Peter’s service will be held at Church of The Nativity (3800 W 119th St, Leawood, KS 66209) on Friday, February 18th at 11 AM.