Nov. 17, 1941 – Jan. 30, 2007 Uncle Phil, I remember all the years growing up, going to Schoodic, how we’d go fishing on the lake and in the nearby streams. We’d be up in the early morning to see if we could catch the fish of our dreams. I also remember the secret fishing holes, which place up north I will never disclose. You nicknamed me Rabbit because I would hop here and there to fish. With you, Uncle Phil, I would go anywhere. I remember seeing a rainbow in the clouds the following day. I knew that was you letting us know you were okay. God bless you, Uncle Phil. Hope the fishing is good and your spirit is free. Love, Babbette, your niece with the bumble bee tattoo. Sadly missed, wife, son, family and friends
LOUIS ‘PHIL’ GILBERT
Posted Sept. 25, 2008, at 11:19 p.m.