This was a moving tribute about a person of unmatched beauty inside and out. Were it so that all of us lived so deeply and purposefully. I can only imagine how this must make her passing so much more difficult for everyone that knew her. As for your and Kelly’s sorrow, it hurts to try to empathize! I’m reminded of Walt Whitman’s lines:

As at thy portals also death,
Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,
To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,
To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,
(I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still,
…
To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth,
life, love, to me the best…

Here’s to Phyllis, “the best!”