This beautiful statue of David
over-looks Phil's marker
To All Parents
By Edgar A. Guest
“I’ll lend you a little child of Mine.” He said.
Has it really been all these years Since we shed those first tears?
The note I read standing in the hall. The disbelief of that phone call.
That long ride saying no, no, no.
Why, oh why, did you have to go.
Family and friends came from near and far To hear the silence of that bass guitar.
The resounding music of “Ode To Joy”.
Words spoken that recalled you as a boy.
The Generals five were now four, Flip who made them laugh was no more.
He stood in the pulpit fighting the tears, As he recalled your wit over the years.
She came with a reading to help us know That it made no sense that you had to go.
He told tales about you at the store Painting your picture with words and more.
Oh, so many stories that were told, Of your love and heart of gold
So many pictures that were seen Of you as a man and as a teen. So much time has now gone But our memories of you live on and on.