Age brings with it the gift of history, the ability to look back over decades and see how the chapters of our life unveiled and, if we’re lucky, to see the meaning of the whole story.
I’ve had many diverse chapters, including a dozen years working in Silicon Valley back in its heyday, when movers and shakers were accessible, just guys. That time has mostly faded in my memory, but once in a while it all comes back to me with unexpected power.
Writing is how I process just about everything. So when someone I knew professionally but as a friend, too, died unexpectedly some 20 years ago, I wrote about it. Phil was a mover and a shaker in the industry I worked in. Influential. And also really really nice. I’d known him a decade, when he died.
I’m not sure many people remember him today. Funny how people fade from memory once they’re gone. I have to admit, he’d faded from mine over the past 20 years. Until I found this piece I wrote about him. It brought me back to that time all those years ago, in vivid color.
It also broke my heart.
But it demonstrated how loss can bring with it gifts. In my case, the gift of self-discovery. I hope you like it.
LOSS & DISCOVERY
written 4/30/97
I got off the plane in San Jose only to find that a friend, colleague and mentor had died suddenly.
I suppose it might have been less of a shock had Bob not blurted out the news as we were leaving his office for lunch. I nearly ran the car off the road and when I saw the doctor later my blood pressure had skyrocketed.
Phil and I last spoke a month ago, just before he left for his beloved Italy. We’d been trying to get together on one of my trips to California or one of his to Orlando, where he served on the board of a high tech company. Usually he was in Florida when I was in California.
“I guess we’re fated not to meet for a while,” I laughed as he told me he and Darlene were off to Italy during my next visit.
“Catch you next time,” he said.
Off to Italy he went and at the end of his second week there he went to sleep and never woke up. The news is stunning. Even after I buy a paper and read the large obituary, it’s inconceivable. I stare at the words and his photo with unseeing eyes.
After lunch I wander the mall in a daze. I’m supposed to be buying a raincoat for my own trip to Europe in two weeks but I can’t focus enough to do so. I buy a cup of coffee at Starbucks and sip it distractedly as I wander aimlessly past shops and bookstores.
I can hear his voice and especially his deep laugh. I can see that impish smile and I can’t believe he’s gone.
It was Phil I went to in the summer of 1995 to discuss leaving the industry and the Valley. He kept my confidence and networked me with his Florida contacts…helpful and supportive as always, and happy for me. A year later, sitting in his office on River Oaks drinking good coffee from the special pot he kept brewed by his desk, we said our good-byes, knowing we’d see each other again.
We talked on the phone and emailed after that…he knew everyone and everything and whenever I needed anything—a contact, a name, information – it was Phil I’d call.
As I walk I re-run the years since we first met…all the many ways this special man managed to keep his integrity in an industry not known for it. The tears are stuck behind my eyelids, just as words stick in my throat when I try to speak.
People who had an impact on my life, friends ands cultural icons alike are dying and I am reminded of my own mortality. Just recently Allen Ginsberg, Pat Paulsen…and now Phil – they remind me that I’m no longer young and that we all come to the end of our terms here eventually.
The service was filled to overflowing with familiar faces and industry names. A photo of Phil stands at the front, along with his favorite tie.
“Phil’s’ not here yet,” Darlene told me earlier. “He’s still at the airport.” The delay was caused by Italian bureaucratic red tape, but I am disconcerted by her choice of words and half expected him to walk in with that smile and laugh.
I sit toward the back of the chapel and watch John Brody as he reads in a mellifluous voice T.S. Eliot’s You Can’t Go Home . He ends the poem with a pause, then, voice breaking, says “Ciao, Phil”, and I can finally cry.
The service is almost over, when the pastor stops short and announces that Phil has arrived. Late for his own funeral, the habit hard to break in death, even as it was in life. A beautiful, inlaid casket is rolled in and the assembly stands and applauds. I find giving a corpse a standing ovation jarring, yet I know it is meant to honor the man.
When the service ends, we file up to the casket to say our good-byes. John Brody is ahead of me and I watch him stand before the casket, gently caressing it, lost in his grief. Time stands still as I watch this intimate farewell. He stand there the longest time, then, he leans down and kisses the casket. I hear him say quietly, “Bye Phil” and he walks off in tears.
I approach and touch the wood. The casket seems so small; I can’t picture Phil in it. My eyes fill and I silently thank him and bid him a loving farewell. I hope he knew what he meant to me.
Unseeing, I walk straight into the arms of an old friend and colleague I hadn’t seen in half a dozen years. We’re both in tears and we sit and talk for a while about our friend. Finally, Dean suggests we have a farewell drink in Phil’s honor. We climb into his white convertible and Thunder Road blares from his stereo as the wind dries our tears and we speed to Saratoga.
There’s a fire going in the familiar bar tucked into the hills under the condo complex where I once lived. We’re the only patrons and we toast Phil with beers and discuss the meaning of life. How good the hand of an old friend feels, especially when it’s drying your tears and handing you a beer.
Too soon, it’s time for us to say goodbye. He’s moving to Boston with IBM and I will head back to Florida in a few days. We exchange email addresses and vow to stay in touch, to visit one another, and to remember what’s important in life.
I watch him drive off, the wind blowing his blonde hair, and I smile. Brought together again despite the miles; Phil’s still networking in death, as he did in life.
I ask myself often, “How do I live a life that matters?” and sometimes, when I look at the ties that connect me and so many wonderful people, resilient enough to stretch over years and thousands of miles and even beyond death itself, I realize I don’t have to find a life that matters.
I already have one.
Wow I really enjoyed this!
Beautiful tribute to your wonderful friend. It reads as true today as I’m sure it did in 1997. Thanks for digging it up.
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What a lovely memory and tribute to your friend. I really enjoyed reading this story.
You are a strong and amazing person. This is a lovely way to pay tribute to their memory.
Loss is a crazy thing. It makes us feel like we’re going to die – like there’s no end in sight. But if we pay attention, we’ll learn a lot along the way.
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I’ve gone through a lot of loss in my life, and I’ve found that it can lead you down surprising roads of self discovery and insight. You have to get to a place where you’re willing to see it, though.
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A very touching tribute. It’s sad but it’s true, it seems like we discover so much through loss.
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A very touching tribute. It’s sad but it’s true, it seems like we discover so much through loss.
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Thanks for sharing this with us, it is a wonderful tribute. Writing can be such a great outlet to let our feelings out.
Lovely tribute. It is a wakeup call on our own lives when someone close dies unexpectedly.
This post was beautiful and very well written. I am sorry for your loss. I recently just lost a friend at the age of 22. a few months shy of his 23 birthday. Ever since his passing, I also have been looking at life differently and I’m appreciative of what I have been blessed with and what i need to accomplish with whatever time I have left on this planet.
What a beautiful post. Phil sounds like he was an amazing man who left a huge impression on a lot of people.
I hope you’re doing ok x
So sad, but also hopeful. Yes, you already had a life that mattered You still do. You help many people with your keen insights.
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That was very touching. It has happened to me as well.. my life moves on and people I’ve lost fade from memory. Recently, I saw a picture of myself with my grandma before she got ill and it brought a flood of memories I had forgotten. She still has a piece of my heart, even if I don’t think of her as often as I used to.
Losing those who have made an impact on our life is difficult. However, it often kicks into realization mode about all the things we need to accomplish in life.
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I feel when someone dies, it does lead to reflection and discovery. When my mom died this is the path I took on y journey.
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Thank you for sharing this. It is difficult to lose someone so suddenly. I understand the feeling because I lost a great aunt that way. She died in her sleep. She was fine the day before, she even drove me to school on my first day of high school. She took a nap in the afternoon and never woke up. 🙁
Thank you for a great read today. Losing a loved one or a dear friend is such a sad experience. When my dad died, the grief was too much, but when the healing set in, I knew that being the eldest child, I had the responsibility of caring for my mom until she was able to finally recover from dad’s passing.
It sounds like Phil meant a lot to you. It’s amazing to think about how much of an impact each and every person we work with can have on us.
This is a really touching tribute to your friend Phil. He sounds like the kind of man who touched lives.
So moving. Loss really makes you stop in your tracks and evaluate life and your purpose in the world. However, each loss I have experienced has taken me down a new path and showed me something new about life and living with purpose.
What a moving piece. I am glad something good came out of your loss.
This was beautifully written in my opinion. I really do believe that everyone and everything that happens to us is suppose to happen. Everything in our life is who we are or what makes us. us. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
This was a really beautiful post. I felt the sadness and could see the scene so vividly. Beautiful
What a beautiful tribute. A moment in your life captured 20 years ago can still pull at the heart.
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So moving indeed. Great memory and tribute for a friend. Great writing.
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What a wonderful, touching post. That you still have got your write up after so many years shows how much your friends mean to you. I can relate to a lot, I have lost friends and close family. Unexpected and also through illness, which at the end was a blessing. No matter how life plays, as you say, looking back and appreciating what we had and what I am still gaining from all the grief and pain through the last 3 decades. It has finally made me the person I am today, and I am grateful for that as it has made me a better person. Nobody leaves completely , everybody has left a certain impact. Your post has really touched me, but it doesn’t make me sad. I am at peace .
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This is such a great and touchy tribute to your friend. I really enjoy reading your article. Phil sound like a great and awesome person.
This is such a great and touchy tribute to your friend. I really enjoy reading your article. Phil sound like a great and awesome person.
Death can come so unexpectedly. It almost always brings a lesson, but the heartbreak is so hard to deal with at the time. So hard.
What a wonderful tribute. It’s especially hard losing one of our peers because it reminds us of how short life can be.
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