Sadly, Phil Evans passed away while we were still in high school. He was racing to get first period one morning, and he swiftly jumped off a public bus on Lake Avenue. The scurry of morning traffic and Phil's own resolve to get to class on time led to an incredibly sad and fatal accident that morning where a driver didn't see Phil crossing the road as the sun was in her eyes. She struck Phil, and he passed away a week or so later.
He happened to be in one of my classes that semester. I can still remember the eeriness of seeing his empty chair after his passing was confirmed. I can't profess that I knew Phil or even shared a word with him, yet the shared experience of walking the halls at the Academy binds you some small simple way during that impressionable time of life. It's hard to believe this young guy was unable to live out the promise of his life.
Many blessings to his family and may Phil forever rest in peace.