Today would have been the 35th birthday of our Mr. Phil. 20 or so of us will be gathering at his favorite restaurant tonight with his girlfriend Puck to help her get through it. You know, it's so weird - it's been about 9 months now since he died so fucking senselessly, and I still burst into tears every time I think of that big lug.
There are some wonderful photos of him at Puck's flickr account. Here are a couple of my faves:
Also, I saw this one, which is a concrete skateboard that someone made to commemorate him. It says "SOB" at the top, but also Never Forget and Mr. Phil:
Happy Birthday, Mr. Phil. We miss you, love you, and try to live your example every day.