Philip Fogg Obituary

Fogg, Philip
75 years, of Chandler, AZ passed away quietly on June 10, 2010. He was born on May 17, 1935 in Crystal, Maine. He retired from the Arizona Department of Transportation where he had 16 years of wonderful memories. He is survived by his children, Scott Fogg, Tim Fogg, Bambi Shambaugh and Letty Ann Peterson. He was preceded in death by his son Drake Fogg. Philip was known for his quiet acceptance and kindness to everyone he met. A memorial gathering will be held from 6-8 PM on Friday, June 18 at Bueler Mortuary 14 W. Hulet Dr. Chandler, AZ 85225.

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Published by The Arizona Republic on Jun. 16, 2010.

Memories and Condolences
for Philip Fogg

9 Entries

David Taylor

June 20, 2010

Scott, Tim, Bambi and Letti Ann were really sorry to hear about your Dad. I liked him alot when we were kids. Your families are in our prayers.I am sorry couldn't attend we were out of town.

Frank Romero

June 19, 2010

To the Fogg Family,
Sorry for your loss; my sympathies and condolences to you at this time. He was a good man, and I will always remember him.

June 18, 2010

To the Fogg Family from the Jackson Family, formerly of Ivanhoe St.

Our hearts and prayers go out to you all; we are so sorry for your loss.

We have fond memories of your family when you were growing up
on Ivanhoe St.

Your dad seemed like a gentle soul and a gentleman.

When a parent dies it ends a chapter in our lives that can never
be replaced. Keep his memory alive by emulating his kindness.

Warmly, Bruce, Elsie, Ken, Cathy and Susye

June 16, 2010

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Tim Tichy

June 16, 2010

For you as fathers day approaches:
Roses grow in Heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Dad's arms & tell him they're from me. Tell him that I love & miss him & when he turns to smile,
· place a kiss upon his cheek & hold him for a while.
· Because remembering him is easy. I do it everyday.
· There's an ache within my heart that will never go away.

Dave Armenta

June 16, 2010

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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