A life well lived

My beloved brother Lee Alan Phillips, went to heaven this morning. He was 65. A missionary in Navojoa, Sonora, MEXICO, along with his wife Becky, he traveled to Tucson for a check up at the VA hospital and was immediately checked into a room. After many tests, it was found he suffered from Stage 4 Melanoma that had metastasized in his brain and spinal chord. He and Becky opted to go home, to the home of dear friends.

That was where I last saw him a week ago. He did not recognize his siblings, Elaine, Keith and me, but we did a lot of praying, singing and hugging the two days I was there. He went into a coma yesterday and died early this morning.

Lee was a fun brother, a wonderful husband to Becky, and Dad to Laurie, Nathan and Andrew. He and Becky served in Colombia for a few years, then moved to Navojoa, where they have lived for many, many years. I didn't see him often, but we did communicate and dearly loved one another.

When Ken and I lived in Guatemala, he visited us, and we also spent some time with him somewhere in the States (I don't remember where!) a couple times when he was in the Air Force. The last time I saw him was in Los Mochis, Sinaloa at the beautiful wedding of his daughter Laurie to Daniel Graff. He was certainly a proud papa that day!

We will all miss Lee. But he is now in the arms of Jesus and for that we're very grateful. I don't have many recent pictures, but here are a few of years gone by. I may add more later. But now I need to get packed up to head for Tucson for the funeral to be held Thursday at 1 PM.

Keith on left, Lee on right

Lee, Nathan, Laurie and Becky
Andrew came along a few years later