100 years

I interviewed a fella a few hours ago who turns 100 years old on Friday.

Such an honor for me.

Just now, I was looking at a photograph I took of him sitting in his easy chair, with one of his daughters on one side and one of his granddaughters on the other side. All were smiling brightly, with a joy and happiness radiating from their expressions that was remarkable.

I didn't notice it while I was there, talking to this quiet, rugged, gentle old man and his girls. It dawned on me later, as I decided which photo to use when this story runs in Friday's paper.

It was love. Pride.

Family pride and love.

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And I was so privileged to experience that.

Not only to be able to tell Phillip's story, but to have been there in that room for this moment. To be invited into this home, to sit with these people and share part of their lives. I mean, c'mon, look at those faces. Look into those eyes.

What a wonderful thing -- family. If you are among the fortunate, give thanks for your family and tell 'em you love 'em as often as you can, face to face.

In person.