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Today is Saturday, December 29, 2018, and I'm introducing this sheet which will be added to through Friday, January 31, 2020, which will be when my cousin
Phillip Thomas Alexander
turns*Delight*/would have turned*Cry*
75
...

I haven't been over to Facebook   in several hours, but the last time I was there, I saw that Phil's wife of over 52 years (married September 3, 1966 at the Friends Church   in Sandy's hometown of Spiceland, Indiana  ) had put up a message saying that Phil (who has been gravely-ill for at least the past several days and seriously-ill even longer) decided that it was time to make it clear what he wanted his funeral to be like but still hopes not to have crossed over before the arrival of 2019.

According to the prognosis given to him and Sandy by his hospice nurse, his organs are starting to shut down. He was given two weeks at the most sometime in mid-December.

When Sandy wrote of his wanting to stay around to celebrate the arrival of 2019, I began to think how wonderful it would be if, after that, he could hang around for his upcoming 73rd birthday that will be taking place on the last day of January.

I know that the containers that house our spirits while we're here in this life aren't meant to last forever, and there will come a day when it's time to go Home again, but it just seems too soon for Phil to be leaving even though he's not only survived both parents but, also, a son (a seemingly healthy man who was less than 4 months away from his 45th birthday when he was taken by a fast-acting virus) -- the latter which not only has taken an emotional toll on both him and Sandy but hasn't helped their physical health, either.

I don't know how much of Phil's current condition is medical in nature, and how much of it could be diagnosed as dying from a broken heart.

It seems to not only Sandy but, also, to so many others (including me) of his family and friends that it's just too soon for Phil to leave us. On the Phelps-Phillips side of my family tree, I was blessed with 8 wonderful first cousins. The oldest one of them (Carolyn) has been gone for over 5 years after a courageous battle with cancer, but the rest of them (plus yours truly) are still here.

We all have become senior citizens now with ages ranging from almost 57 to almost 73 (I just turned 66 on the 12th of this month), and we can't believe how much younger our ages seem these days compared to how we saw our ages 52 years before we reached them. I was 13 and about to start eighth grade when my folks and I drove to Spiceland to attend Phil and Sandy's wedding. It seems like a whole other life at times while, in some ways, seeming like only yesterday (or, at least, not all that long ago).

When I think about Phil wanting to celebrate one more New Year's Day with Sandy, it reminds me of This Song  .

This has also reminded me of a story by O. Henry   that's called The Last Leaf  .

At this point, I don't know what kind of update, if any, I'll find from Sandy when I go back over to Facebook again.

It would be nice to find out that Phil has taken a turn for the better -- perhaps, getting well again one baby-step at a time. I can remember when Ward (husband of my mom's first cousin, Juanita) ended up living a full life after suffering such a severe stroke that the doctors who treated him told Juanita that Ward was in a vegetative state and had weeks at the most to live.

I can't remember exactly when this happened, but it was somewhere between when The Beatles first appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show and when I started high school.

Ward ended up attending the funerals of two of those doctors -- not to mention driving again, getting involved with the CB craze of the 1970s, and (of course) seldom missing a home game at the Anderson High School Wigwam  .

In the late winter of 1984, the two of them were getting ready to make their weekly journey up to Alexandria   to enjoy the beans & ham special at a favorite Mom & Pop restaurant.

Juanita was in the bathroom, and Ward was sitting on the bed, and they were carrying on a conversation about the day ahead when, suddenly, Juanita noticed how quiet Ward had become. She went into the bedroom and found out that he was unconscious and called 911. There was no reviving him, and it was determined that his passing was, likely, instant. He was 80.

Those two were an amazing pair, and I have more stories to share about them later.

No matter what the outcome is for Phil, this is going to be a special tribute page where I celebrate his life as well as celebrating the life of the awesome storyteller, O. Henry.

I believe you'll find them to be a couple of unique people -- two goodhearted, fun-loving guys who should never be forgotten.

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Today is the last day of 2018, and, as I write this, it's going towards and passing by 2:30 in the afternoon...

The last time (before this time) that I checked to see if there were anything new on Sandy's Facebook page, things were status quo. Hopefully, Phil would still be around on New Year's Day 2019 -- and, after that, who could tell!?!...

I found two new status reports when I finally returned (not immediately after getting back over to Facebook -- I was into sharing cute animals, talking politics, etc. -- but, sometime between 2:10 & 2:20 PM).

The first status report was made around 10 hours earlier (which would have been around 4:00 AM, give or take):

"Phil is now under hospice care. He's very close o the end. I will miss this man so much and feel so alone already."

The one I saw first was the last one she had posted (according to the time shown, she probably had posted it around eleven or a little after):

"Phil has passed away."

The leaf that was Phil on the tree of this mortal realm has come loose from its place and has flown Heavenward.

For now, we are left here to remember him, miss him, but carry on and keep his memory alive in this part of Eternity...

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CLICK HERE   to find the blog-entry tribute I made to Phil in the blog I've named Blogging Baby Bear Blows Big, Beautiful Bubbles  .

That's all for now. Hope to post more here very soon. Have a busy week ahead with life going on just as it has a way of doing. One of my 2019 resolutions is to get caught up with several of my blogs and other activities. Below, find the bitem button to get to the blog here at WdC that I would like to resemble an open diary with at least three entries per week, if not everyday.

I've just finished writing an update to it and making it public, though I have plans to add more to it before the day is over... (Wednesday, January 2, 2019 at 1:16 PM)

Oops! Neglected to add the bitem button...Here it is:

 
BOOK
Begun On My Fourth Sixteenth Birthday  (ASR)
A journal started on Monday, December 12, 2016: The day I turned 64...
#2105415 by AJ wants U 2 meet The CanMan!


(Now 1:20 PM)
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Today is Friday, January 4, at a little after 12:30 in the afternoon, and I've just finished creating this TweetSequence   and am adding it here. I hope you'll take a look at it. At this time, there are two pictures of Phil and several people writing tributes at his memorial site.

At this time, I need to run some errands, so I'll be adding my tribute later tonight after I'm settled in.

I have some old photos of him, too, but they're in storage and need to be turned into files, so it will likely be at least a few days before they get added...

???
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Stay Tuned For More...




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