It has been a month since Phil died. Horrible words to type and even harder to comprehend. I keep waiting for him to walk in the door or give me a call. The first three weeks I was in a daze just existing doing what I had to do I was numb — feeling nothing at all (Actually not a bad way to be I wish I could go back to that). October 1st my mother-in-law asked me what day it was; when I said October 1st, it hit me that last year on the first we were loading up the U-Haul truck and moving to Kirkland since that day it has been very hard. Phil was so excited for us to move, he couldn’t wait for us to explore all the great little pockets up there and, of course, all the different food places to discover and get me to branch out. He was excited about his new job and all God had planned for us. We made so many great plans as we drove. After a few days of driving we pulled into the driveway of our new home. It was a cold drizzly night we were greeted by volunteers from the church who came to help us unload all our stuff, Antioch Bible Church helped us from the very first minute we arrived and never stopped — they are God’s hands & feet in every way they are the most amazing group of people I have ever had the privilege of knowing in my life. It is still hard for me to fathom all that has happened in such a short time. This Saturday morning we will have the memorial service in Nashville. I know Phil will be honored for the friend and man of God he was just as he has been at the others. As much as I know God has a plan all I want is for him to come home, his earthly home that is.