Sunday, November 25, 2018
Phil gave me my last ride out of Moncton, to Halifax, before I left the Maritimes as a young girl to try life in the big city (Pittsburgh) on my own. A bit anxious, about life away from my family, I talked pretty non-stop all the way from Moncton to Halifax. A patient and quiet man, Phil said twenty words to my every two hundred, but never an unkind word. As another girl-next-door on Emmerson St. to the the incredible MacDonald clan, Phil was like a big, brother, always there, in the background, for me. He was very much like the beautiful trees that frame him, sitting content, in his boat, on the water, on this site. He stood, straight and strong, behind you, He was a safe and solid presence in my life as a little girl, growing up, playing with his little sister 'Patty' (Morag). Gentle hugs to you, Morag and David (the other kind 'big' brother). I am so sorry I cannot be there to give them to you both in person. I am thankful good friends, immediate and extended family, are there for you and that you - along with Maryann and Kenzie - are all being held lovingly and prayerfully in all of our hearts.
