My father was the oldest of my grandmother's eight children. Uncle Philip was the next oldest. He died last week after 82 full years. I miss him, and in mourning him, I mourn again my father's passing - and the eventual passing of a generation.
Uncle Phil with his daughter Mary Lou and first wife Rose Marie around 1983.
Uncle Philip on his tractor at the tree farm.
He possessed the traits of many McRurys- a love of machinery, a knack for tinkering, restlessness, hard work, frugalness, persistence, and the gift of gab.
Jim, Dee, Bill and Dan at the visitation Sunday evening.
Sarah, Suzanne, and Katie
A recently found photograph of my father, just after High School graduation in his Army uniform.
The brothers bore a striking resemblance to each other and had many of the same mannerisms.
Katie, Dan, Sarah, Bill, Cindy, Suzanne and Deb - just before the funeral mass.
We'll miss you, Uncle Phil.