Uncle Phil

Last summer, after our reunion in TN, Angie, Marsha, and I drove to Argyle, MN and visited our parent's gravesite. As we promised Phil a year ago today, we spread some of his ashes on our parent's grave. While we were at the gravesite, we called Tom and Bill and shared a brief prayer.

Next summer, if we are all well, the four siblings will place a small headstone on our parent's grave with his name and the word "ashes" when we gather at Marsha's house for our reunion.

I, too, really miss Phil. I dream about him pretty often... we're always working on houses, building boats or sailing.

Jack

One Year After

I am still trying to get over the sadness. A year has gone by so quickly, and I find myself still in disbelief over the fact that brother Phil is gone. I think about him all the time; wondering how he would do some project and feeling his excitement at solving a problem. He was good man and brother, and I miss him.