I don’t think I mentioned this, but my brother and his wife were expecting.
They were, anyway.
That’s Bob for you, though, right. That’s the benevolent Dog up there, Mr Pie In The Sky.
I wouldn’t wish for anyone to tell them just to get over it, but it worked on me, apparently.
Have to be fine all the time.
I had even thought to myself, what if I had to tell this kid something someday, something like
“Your fathers biggest fear was having a kid with issues like me or your grandfather.”
Steering them right, of course.
Now I just stare at a ‘World’s Best Uncle’ hat I don’t know if I should keep.
Oh well, at the risk of being ca-razy, I just have to move past this and remember that worse things have befallen others and that I have a lot to be thankful for, mhmm.
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- Sept. 1, 2025, 2:15 p.m.
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