- 64 years old
- Date of birth: Jan 24, 1950
- Place of birth:
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States
- Date of passing: Jan 30, 2014
- Place of passing:
Macon, Georgia, United States
|Let the memory of Kristan be with us forever|
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Kristan Phillips, 64, born on January 24, 1950 and passed away on January 30, 2014. We will remember him forever.
Sunday February 16, 2014
Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-Day Saints
98 S 6th St
Cochran, GA 31014
"This has been a rough week without. you. I carry you in my heart everyday. YOU ARE FOREVER
"Another year has come and gone, and though you are now timeless, we pause to reflect on our years of knowing you. You still bring smiles to our faces, and tears to our eyes.
I am selfish, and wish you were still here, but I know you wouldn't trade places with me. You were an imperfect perfectionist in your earthly life, but have experienced absolute perfection these past three years while we struggled in this world groaning for redemption from corruption.
So, Happy Birthday my beloved brother! Keep making music. Miss you."
"We will see you again one of these days, and we will be forever with the Lord together. Until then, wonderful memories will have to do. Just so thankful Peggy and I have them to reflect on. You were and are a wonderful friend and brother."
"I had the honor of studying with Kristan, starting shortly after he got home from the accident, until my departure from Hong Kong in summer of 1989, when my family moved back to the U.S. His teaching left an indelible mark on me, and I still think about him and reference his teachings to this day in my career as a professional percussionist.
I wish I could have tracked him down to thank him so much, and am only now finding this memorial site tonight. All the best to his family and loved ones. He truly blessed me!"
"We knew Kristan in Hong Kong when we both lived at Discovery Bay. We would often travel on the ferry with him after a concert and grew close to him and his wife Elsa. He taught our son Owen timpani, a happy relationship for both. We saw the terrible effects on him following the poisoning at the Academy and watched as he battled to get recognition of what had happened. Elsa was a tower of strength to him throughout that time. Fondly remembered Kristan
Garth and Merryl Powell"
"We, truly miss you my brother, didn't think we wouldn't get to enjoy each each other company again. But as we both knew the Lord had had other plans. As I'm sitting here with tears falling from my eyes thinking of how you help me to get to the right people at VA and at the SSI , now l have had one my surgery and have my disability, if only I could thank you face to face now. I enjoyed cooking for you and all the other task you ask and had me to do , I really really miss you !!!! But I know you are very very happy now cause you have those two Big Dogs with you give them a big kiss for me and I love you guys !!!!!"
"Still missed, brother, still missed."
"This is Kris's cousin, Caryl Tai (Phillips) Streff. Kris, thank you for all of the memories, especially the one when that clam spit the peanut butter and jelly sandwich in your face! We had the bond of family and music. I remember being your "date" at a New Year's Eve gig you were playing in Pittsburgh. I was so proud of you then, as I have been ever since. Heaven's Choir has acquired a special soul and voice. Love always."
"Kris was a wonderfully talented and bright man. One of kind. A person who made this world special. Your family and friends will miss him greatly."
"I will miss you, Kris, but all the wonderful memories of growing up together will remain. From our family camping trips, holidays together, Friday night football games and the great KA band moments. You taught me how to use a hatchet while we were camping – your Boy Scout skills in full force to keep me from hurting myself. Rest easy, cousin."
"Also I'm glad I at least got to see you play at your sisters wedding."
"We had such good times on ski trips and mountain trips. Not to mention snow mobilling Yellowstone, Big Sky and Grand Targhee. He even drove my parents to the mountains. There's much rejoicing going on in heaven. Miss you. Love you."
"Kris was loved by our family, certainly for his amazing musical gifts, but mostly for his mischievous sense of humor and fun-loving spirit. From driving down to CMU on Sunday nights for Kris's recitals, to a camping trip where he almost drowned my mother promising the boat would not capsize (it did), to the intensity of his percussion craft. Wonderful memories and forever missed. The Alex Costanza Family"
"Goodbye for now my brother. We will see each other again. We know you are now walking streets of gold, forever in the presence of Jeshua."
"I remember all the good times when we were children - every birthday and Christmas! We had such fun at Kiski, especially in the band under Mr. Costanza. Then we were together at Carnegie-Mellon, and I remember having a snowball fight at the top of an Alp in the summer when I was in France and you were in Switzerland. You were a good cousin, Kris, and I miss you."
"I will love you forever!"
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