Phillip Wesselman
December 19, 1945 ~ February 6, 2019
Phillip (Skip) Wesselman, age 73 of Rocky Point died Wednesday, February 6, 2019. Phillip was born December 19, 1945 in Cincinnati, Ohio. He is the son of the late Louis and the late Grace (Manning) Wesselman. He was employed by Arrow Trucking, Tulsa, Oklahoma as a Truck Driver. Rocky Point Funeral Home has been entrusted with his private arrangements. As per Skip's request there will be no visiting hours or funeral services. www.rockypointfuneralhome.com
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Skip, we will miss your amazing sense of humor and hilarious jokes that you were so good at! So happy I filmed you a few times so we can always reminisce our fun times …
We will never forget our daughter, Crystal’s words sitting on your lap in you big rig truck… Fucker, fuckers come in fuckers!
Thank you for the fun times and cherished memories my friend.
Love you,
Mark and Becky and kids
I will cherish the 36 years of memories we had together!!
You were my best friend and my soulmate and I will miss you everyday… My Life life will not be the same without you!
Ride free my love, ride Free…
Love you,
Dora and family
Skip we just returned from Florida and heard the news…..It is with heavy heart that WE HAVE LOST A GREAT NEIGHBOR AND FRIEND…..ride that Harley hard and fast up there…….The clock of life is wound just once
That no one has a second chance
To change your very life of ease
Which you have lived just as you please
Knowing whom you intend to deceive
When they went they went on their knees
The hands go tick-tock every chance
They know they do this all but once
For time will not stay still and prance
While you forget your very chance
To wind the time so it could chime
And bring peace of mind at the right time
The sound you hear from time to time
Reminds you that you must keep in line
For life’s clock never seem to chime
Until the enemy steals your time
The alarm you heard sounds fine
Informs you that there is little time
The second hand at so fast a pace
Goes on and on to win the race
Not looking back to see the space
Fear it may meet with utter disgrace
So clock of life how do you dare
Compare your time to atmosphere
The things you do as time now stands
Will help shape you for eternity’s band
The ones you’ve rescued from false alarms
And those you’ve sheltered from life’s storm
Could be the center for your alarm
When time seems still and there’s no charm
The clock of life ticks on and on
For here on earth there is no man
To stop the hand when it strikes one
Nor telling it the time to quit
But there’s one who controls life span
He sets an exit time for every man………..love ya SKIPPER
All ways a great friend, will miss the jokes and happy times, Godspeed dear Friend.
To our family Skip was family. We all have our own funny or silly memory. To me Skip was always serious about never being serious. He share his life stories with us. And we had many meals together. He was at Taylor’s graduation party, setting up serving and mingling. He was always there to lend a hand. We had so many get togethers & they were all so much fun. We could laugh and laugh. We will miss you Skip! Keep an eye on us from up Above. You’ll know it is us… we will be wearing our red noses! Love you forever Skip! Love, Lee, Lisa & Taylor.