By now, most of you have likely heard the news. But I need to put it up here for those not already connected to another network. 

Yesterday morning, April 5, at 1:25 AM, Phil won his battle with cancer and stepped into heaven. He was at home, and I was with him, holding his hand. 

At this time, I have no words. I am confident that he is no longer suffering, he is cancer-free, and he is happy. But the loss left behind feels unbearable. 

My family and I would like to thank you for the love and support over the last fourteen months, and for the tremendous outpouring of love and prayers over the last six weeks since the brain tumors turned the tide. We have felt the love and support, and have read every single note, sometimes too choked up to read them out loud, but treasuring them. 

I will come back with details about a memorial service, and about memorial donations, but right now we are still working on plans. 

Thank you. Thank you for loving us well. I just keep holding on to Psalm 116:15: "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." I know that God holds the pain of our loss as something precious.