"I don't know what it was. But when I first read my poem. When I had major events in my life. Heck, on every single one of my birthdays, I felt a presence of a man I didn't recognize. But I felt comfortable. I didn't feel uneasy. I honestly don't know how to explain it. I even felt him as my parents were trying to save me from my gunshot wound. It was like he was telling me that it was OK. As I reached up to the sky, I felt his hand grasping onto mine." Philip said, not looking at anyone or anything in particular. He had a small smile on his face.

He then sighed and looked down. "I know it sounds crazy.." He said gently.