There are several things I cherish about Phil. His quiet manner. His encouragement when I hit a rough patch. The love on his face when he looked at Merryl. Our conversations from different perspectives. His love and respect for his family. His sense of humor (boy, he coould make me laugh!). I light one final candle for you, my friend. Peace be...diane
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but a completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
-Rabindranath Tagore