Saturday, March 7, 2015
Although I was very young when we left Newburgh for Niagara Falls, I have a lasting memory of my Uncle Phil. Whenever our families got together Uncle Phil would give me the warmest hugs. Even as a small child, I understood his affection was genuine. If there is one silver lining when we lose someone we love, it has to be that they reunite with loved ones in heaven. I’d like to think that Nanny is cooking something wonderful for him as my father pulls out the chair for his brother.
