Hello All,

At 5:30 a.m. last Wednesday, I pulled out of my Grandpa’s driveway for the last time.  I was driving a yellow ‘Penske’ truck when I looked back at his house and thought,  “The lights are on but nobody’s home.”

It is sad you know… not that my grandfather is gone.  No, that is not sad at all.  Dr. Edward P. Phillips lived one of the fullest lives that I’ve been witness to.  Dentist, World War II veteran, father of 4, professional by day, farmer and cowboy by night, professor of anatomy at Ohio State University,  world traveler and devoted man of God; he was an epic man.  The week before his death he was driving a bulldozer and was felling trees with his chainsaw.  He was 89.  He only retired in July of this year after practicing Dentistry for 65 years.  Back in January he removed my wisdom tooth and gave his great grandson Asher his first cleaning.  Then one day he drove his turbo diesel VW bug home, sat in his favorite easy chair, put on a John Wayne film and suddenly, silently, painlessly, peacefully died… still sitting upright.

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