Philip Terry Garner

Nothing but found memories of growing up across the street from Phil. He would come over and ask me to sit in a car he would be working on to help him bleed the brakes. Usually followed by a car ride in his barracuda to get an ice cream with the top down. Of course it always seemed to be in the winter when that happened. So sorry for your loss. Your father was always so good to me.

You will be missed. It was a pleasure working with you. You always kept it positive...like a proton. My prayers go out to your family.