Roomin' House Blues

I keep reflecting on the last time I saw Phil Grega. I boarded a Metro bus in downtown Seattle and he was riding on it. As we started talking I said, "You don't look so well."  He said he felt sick.  He asked me to pray for his family, that he worried about them.  Then he had to get off the bus.  Less than a week later I heard he had just died. A couple months before he had been up to my house to watch a movie with me and he had as usually indulged in the junk food. Phil was a very intelligent person but when he talked he wandered.  He couldn't keep total control of the direction of his speech. It was often a guessing game determining what he meant. His forehead had a large dent in it.  Over the years I had wondered what had happened to Phil, but I only gradually found out his story.  Phil was always just part of the crowd at church and I was always afraid to ask specific questions about his condition.  He often came to movie n...