Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Phil - 1973

Phil was my Sunday School Teacher when I was 8.
I thought he was great.
He was tough.
Minnesota-Wisconsin Arm Wrestling Champion.
Spokesman for Jesus.

I followed him where I could.
To Pattison Park with the Youth Group.
He put my brother down,
but he let me win.

We lost him in the weeds of his own pond.

I couldn't get a ride to his funeral.
At least I couldn't see how.
Nobody knew how
I wanted to go.
My parents weren't around.

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