Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Has it really been five years since Phil Wingert died?
In May 1999, we had been in our new home for about nine months. Hodgkin's Disease was still a couple years away from our lives. I had been on my job at University Place Conference Center at IUPUI for just a month.

My sisters were still just daughters, and not moms. Hunter Wallace was just a newborn.
Ivy Cook was six months old.

Pat Garvey had not moved to San Diego. The economy was still rolling along. There was no terrorism problem that we were aware of. Clinton was still president.

In late April several of us including John Mynhier (nee Stoelting) stayed at Border's Ridge on a borrow pit in southwestern Indiana. Before we came home that Sunday, Phil and John, Abby and myself went for a hike. We dug up a some wild plants to replant at our new home. These plants come up every spring and remind me Phil.

Now the Wild Ginger, the Jack-in-the-Pulpit and the Mayapples are out. The Bloodroot is the best it has ever been.

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