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 9 - JULY - 2014 

Remembering Phil Bender

This report is for those of you who could not attend the memorial service for Phil Bender on July 2 at his church, The Tabernacle on Desoto Road near University Avenue.

There were approximately 25 SRQ members and wives in attendance along with an estimated 200 family members, friends and church members.

The Service began with music followed by some testimonies from family members and friends of Phil. Jim Martin read the poem "High Flight" (A copy is shown below this report.) and spoke some well chosen words about Phil's work in the club and his willingness to help other members.

Joe Fast read a poem about the "Dash" that appears between day of your day of birth and the day of your passing as to what you do in your life in that space. It made us all think about our lives. Phil had a long one at age 82!

Phil served more often as SRQ President than anyone in the club serving: 1989-90; 2003-04; 2006-07 and last 2010. Many memorabilia items were displayed on the table in the lobby for everyone to see including items from SRQ. His wife, Karen appreciated the support she received from SRQ members during his illness and on his passing.

At the conclusion of the service, Phil had requested that the song "Misty" be played for Karen by a saxophone, that brought tears to the eyes of everyone.

Phil and I worked together as officer in the club for several years and he was the very first SRQ member I met when I moved to Sarasota in 1981 when he was working in the hobby shop on US 41 just south of Bee Ridge. I later worked with him at the Hobby Warehouse at University Outlet Mall.

Phil was always a gentlemen and had lots of kind words to say. He loved the club and cared very deeply as to the direction and actions of the Sarasota RC Squadron.

Phil, you will be missed.

George Jenkins

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, -- and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew -- And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr