I heard of Phyllis' passing a few years back. She was such a concientious student. I remember her clutching an arm full of books skitting to her next class. I can see her short sleeved pink blouse with lace capped sleeve and wide charcol grey skirt puffed out with yards of crinolene. She'd hold her head up and curiously peer through those thick glasses. She passed a few years after high school I beleive. I remember thinking 'what was all that hard work for.' Now, I know that human life if a part of individual evolution which is not anchored in this plane of existence. Warm fellings to you, Phyllis. I know you and other Spirits will be with us.
Sylvia Ann Soares
I heard of Phyllis' passing a few years back. She was such a concientious student. I remember her clutching an arm full of books skitting to her next class. I can see her short sleeved pink blouse with lace capped sleeve and wide charcol grey skirt puffed out with yards of crinolene. She'd hold her head up and curiously peer through those thick glasses. She passed a few years after high school I beleive. I remember thinking 'what was all that hard work for.' Now, I know that human life if a part of individual evolution which is not anchored in this plane of existence. Warm fellings to you, Phyllis. I know you and other Spirits will be with us.