Some of our first, best, and truest friends have left us for the mainland. Elder & Sister Phillips got here the day before we did and quickly became our surrogate parents (they are actually younger than our own parents) and snorkel buddies. My first memory of them is of them asking why we didn’t make it to the senior missionary couple FHE the first Monday we were here. (It was because we’re not a senior missionary couple–although I can see how they could think we were.) Besides taking us out to dinner every once in a while, they provided hours of entertainment telling us about their adventures as police officers and dog trainers. And speaking of dogs, I will say that if we were to give you an image of the Phillips that best portrays their relationship, it would be that of the big, strong, silent dog next to the hyper-active, bouncy, barky little dog. They make a great pair.
They were the only senior missionary couple to show up at our Vampire Party, and Sister Phillips was the last to be found in the vampire game we played. They were also kind enough to grace us with their presence on Christmas, and to provide the entertainment: a treasured recording of someone prank calling a bunch of businesses trying to find things to give their true love for Christmas (” . . . two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree.”). As a side note, it was distributed by Bonneville Communications, which we found almost as amusing as listening to an hour’s worth of prank calls over French onion soup and buche de Noel on a hot a humid December day.
They flew away Tuesday to go back home to Montana, their dog, and big open spaces. They were kind enough to leave us a wonderfully comfortable rocking swivel chair and a 4-inch memory foam mattress pad, both of which are already being put to good use. They’re not dead, but I sure do feel like I’m eulogizing them.
We will miss them.