Dear Aunt Margaret, my godmother, and every one who misses Uncle Phil, my godfather,
His wit and wisdom are guiding lights brighter than any stars. If only we could all navigate life by those lights!
"Hi Philly. Good to see ya!"
"Yep, you never made it beyond that puddle jumper, did ya?" Johnny smiles widely.
"Well…" with a bit of right index finger wagging, "I never pranged a 747 either!"
"I was the copilot!"
"That's just an excuse!"
"That's not an excuse, that's a reason!"
They tussle like schoolboys, like the school kids we all know we are inside.
After a while they stop.
"Where are we Johnny?"
"In the hearts and memory of everyone who loves us."
"It gets better."
With an ever lovin' heart, your godson,