Thursday, April 8, 2021
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One of my favourite things to do was to hug Uncle Phil, kiss his cheek, tell him I love him, and then giggle while he blushed. I loved to see him smile and hear him laugh, usually at something he said. I could sit for hours and watch him with a great niece on his lap, to see his face and eyes light up with absolute love and delight. And those rare unguarded moments when he let an "I love you too" slip from his lips...they were like golden nuggets straight to my heart. I love you, Uncle Phil. You will forever be our Uncle White Knight. Thank you for being you.
Assiniboia Chapel