VPhillip Richmond was seventy-four years old. He lived with Phillip Jr and his family. Phillip Sr was a stout, elderly but robust man and other than the Europe he saw during the Great War, his life has always been here in Sloatsburg.
He's been a widower for twelve years now; the good Lord took his Jenny from him, but He was merciful. She suffered for so long, and he watched her day-in and day-out endure all that pain. He helped her pray for it all to end, and it did end…for Jenny. For Phillip Sr, as it is for all of us left behind, the pain never ends. It gets tucked away in a corner of the heart, or behind a door in the brain, but it never truly leaves.
Phillip Sr was also blind, for six years now. “Dang fool blind” he called it. You see, there was this fall off the old back porch. Late
