In Memory Of
Frederick Sandford Phillips
United States of America / Seat 49C
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Frederick Sandford Phillips
Student
May 08, 1961 - December 21, 1988 (Age: 27)

They Shall Not Grow Old
As We That Are Left
Grow Old
Age Shall Not Weary Them
Nor The Years Condemn
At The Going Down
Of The Sun
And In The Morning
We Will Remember Them
—Scottish War Museum
Edinburgh

Frederick Sandford (Sandy) Phillips, a student of Syracuse University's School of Management, had only just begun to find new direction in his academic career. He had transferred to Syracuse after a hiatus in his college education that started at the University of Arkansas in his home state. After working in his father's business for three years, he had a sharper vision of what he wanted from his education. He wanted to widen his horizons through new intellectual challenges and travel, and to learn about the political process through participation in the Student Government Association (SGA). After just one year at Syracuse, as a junior, he was elected administrative vice president of the SGA.

Sandy was a talented musician, athlete, and poet. He was a multi-dimensional person whose gifts live on through his memory, his influence on his family and friends, and his poetry. Sandy was retuning home with Christmas gifts and stories of his exciting semester in London, England.

He leaves his father and stepmother, Chester Phillips and Mary Cockrill; his mother, Caroline Stevenson; brothers, Douglas and Clark; a stepsister, Lila Pearsall; plus two nephews who never got to know their wonderful uncle.

From his collection of poems, entitled "YOUs," Sandy describes the quest of young people beginning to realize their potential and also encourages us to continue living with hope and courage.

A fire that burns, as leadership
Awakens, in the heart of a quiet man.

The blade you carry into the dust
and smoke of battle, the field of
conquest, may cause that long
terrible fall you now face. Pick
yourself up.

Flowers that bloom know their beauty
will be short lived and that soon they
must return to the earth to nourish
other living things.

Alive with color and the warmth of the
sun, they ask only that we stop for a
moment to draw in their fragrance and
beauty. Have the strength to be that
Flower.

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