Today a great man passed away. His name was Norman C. Phillips. Not only was he a great man, he was a great dad.
He was also a very brave man.
Thirty two years ago he married my mother, Nadine. Did I mention that she had six children? He also had two sons, so that meant eight kids total. That is what I call love.
He loved big band music and was a fantastic dancer. Here he is cutting a rug with my sister in law Lisa at my wedding.
My dad was one of the original grill masters. No one will ever surpass his peppered turkey. He loved to eat and after I left home and would come to visit we often went out to lunch together while mom was at work. He was supposed to be on a diet, but I let him order things that he shouldn’t have and it was our little secret.
He was quiet, humble and easy to please. A true wizard with a tool box, he was always willing to lend a hand. He loved golf and would beat you at cribbage every time. He also had the best legs. I guess it was from all his years of running.
He will be missed and memories of him will be forever treasured.
My hero is the quiet type,
No marching bands, no media hype,
But through my eyes it’s plain to see,
A hero, God has sent to me.
With gentle strength and quiet pride,
All self concern is set aside,
To reach out to our fellow man,
And be there with a helping hand.
Heroes are a rarity,
A blessing to humanity.
With all they give and all they do,
I’ll bet the thing you never knew,
My quiet hero has always been you.