4:00pm - 6:00pm Wednesday, March 19, 2025 O'Connell Family Funeral Home 1339 Orrin Road Prescott WI, 54021
Philippe Fernand Boeglin, age 72, of Prescott, WI, passed away peacefully at his residence on March 9, 2025.
A Celebration of Life will be held on Wednesday, March 19, 2025, from 4:00 PM to 6:00 PM at O’Connell Funeral Home, located at 1339 Orrin Rd, Prescott, WI 54021.
Arrangements are entrusted to O’Connell Family Funeral Home and Cremation Services of Prescott. For more information, please visit www.oconnellfuneralhomes.com or call 715-262-5404.
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I still have an unopened bottle of French beer that he gave this last fall. I was saving it for a special day after pickleball to share with him this summer. Feels like I knew him for years as he was so friendly and full of life, though I only knew and met him a couple years ago playing Pickleball. I still can’t believe he’s gone.
I met Phil in 1991 when I started work at Z Bistro restaurant. Many of the staff members at Z Bistro liked to play tennis. There were courts nearby the restaurant and we often went to play between the lunch and dinner service or even after work. When I left the restaurant Phil and I kept in touch and continued to play tennis several times a month for 20 years. We would play anywhere and under any conditions. We even played with Jean-Philippe in his stroller or had him playing in a toddler gate that Phil would set up on the court.
One particular Sunday, in the depths of winter, I had driven 45 minutes to a club that he had membership in to play tennis. He assured me that he had made reservations for the indoor courts, but he hadn’t. He assured me again that we would be okay because they were never busy on Sundays. Unfortunately, that Sunday, the club had a tennis tournament. Phil then suggested that we play outside . I was not prepared to play in 30 degree weather with 20+ mph winds but said okay because I did not want to have driven all that way for nothing. We hit for 20 minutes and then managed to get in one set. As soon as we were done Phil asked if I wanted to play another round. I wanted to strangle him, but that is what we did, always poking the bear. Phil and I did not just play tennis. We played darts, ping pong, bocce ball, and disc golf.
Phil usually won every time, no matter what game we played. He would beat me so bad and so regularly at tennis that he challenged me by putting up a hundred dollars if I ever won. It took me seven years to cash in on that hundred dollars.
We both loved tennis so much that when I would call to set up a tennis time Corey would say “It is your woman on the phone.”, when she called for Phil. (My wife felt the same way- that we loved tennis more than spending time with them.)
I have so many great memories of my best friend. I am so glad that he found so many friends that he could share his love of competition with. I will always remember Phil as a good friend and a man who loved his family dearly.
I still have an unopened bottle of French beer that he gave this last fall. I was saving it for a special day after pickleball to share with him this summer. Feels like I knew him for years as he was so friendly and full of life, though I only knew and met him a couple years ago playing Pickleball. I still can’t believe he’s gone.
I met Phil in 1991 when I started work at Z Bistro restaurant. Many of the staff members at Z Bistro liked to play tennis. There were courts nearby the restaurant and we often went to play between the lunch and dinner service or even after work. When I left the restaurant Phil and I kept in touch and continued to play tennis several times a month for 20 years. We would play anywhere and under any conditions. We even played with Jean-Philippe in his stroller or had him playing in a toddler gate that Phil would set up on the court.
One particular Sunday, in the depths of winter, I had driven 45 minutes to a club that he had membership in to play tennis. He assured me that he had made reservations for the indoor courts, but he hadn’t. He assured me again that we would be okay because they were never busy on Sundays. Unfortunately, that Sunday, the club had a tennis tournament. Phil then suggested that we play outside . I was not prepared to play in 30 degree weather with 20+ mph winds but said okay because I did not want to have driven all that way for nothing. We hit for 20 minutes and then managed to get in one set. As soon as we were done Phil asked if I wanted to play another round. I wanted to strangle him, but that is what we did, always poking the bear. Phil and I did not just play tennis. We played darts, ping pong, bocce ball, and disc golf.
Phil usually won every time, no matter what game we played. He would beat me so bad and so regularly at tennis that he challenged me by putting up a hundred dollars if I ever won. It took me seven years to cash in on that hundred dollars.
We both loved tennis so much that when I would call to set up a tennis time Corey would say “It is your woman on the phone.”, when she called for Phil. (My wife felt the same way- that we loved tennis more than spending time with them.)
I have so many great memories of my best friend. I am so glad that he found so many friends that he could share his love of competition with. I will always remember Phil as a good friend and a man who loved his family dearly.