“I always saw you as Uncle Phil,” my son answered as we walked out of the door and into the car.

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“I always saw you as Uncle Phil,” my son answered as we walked out of the door and into the car.
You won’t notice the transition, but before you know it, the scene has changed dramatically and perhaps in some cases, irrevocably…
…this was the first time I’d ever heard a puppy whimper and cry like this…
…a few days later, everyone in my house presented with flu-like symptoms…
Sharing my father’s final lesson to me. One that I cherish to this very day.
A Labor Day memory for your enjoyment…