We lost Phil two weeks ago on May 12, 2010 after a very brave 9-year battle with cancer. And we knew it would happen and we were prepared. However, there's really no amount of notice that can actually prepare you for the reality that losing him brings. I played it in my head, I imagined what it would be like when I got the phone call but it still didn't make it any easier or ease the sting of hearing, "I'm so sorry to tell you this, but your father has passed away." Through a few tender mercies, I was at home and with a best friend at my side when i received the news. And she held my hand and we cried. There really aren't words that can be said or things that can be done, but the outpouring of love and the Spirit can still be felt. I've been overwhelmed and humbled the last few weeks and am grateful to know what i know. and I'll be okay. but i miss my dad.
His obituary can be found here