The Three Jedi Joes
Two of them are in Heaven, and they are deeply missed, especially today. Joe's dad was a truly good man. His great sense of humor got passed down to my husband and to my son. Also the hairline. (My son had the benefit of modern science to hang on to his gorgeous mane.) In this picture, they are all wearing hotel robes. They took Grandpa to Palm Springs for a 3 Generation Getaway and had been hanging out in the spa. It's a great memory for Joe. They all look so dear to me.
Doing what they loved best.
They each learned to play guitar when they were 15, and it was forever after their favorite pastime. They both would get that faraway look on their faces, accessing some non-verbal lobe of their brains that belongs only to musicians, and strum together for hours. They had differing taste in music, but they shared a love of Bob Dylan and the Beatles. Joe misses this the most-- and talking stock market ups and downs.
Today we will pretend he is singing Happy Birthday to his dad. Joey wrote some of his own music, and blessedly, we have recordings of him singing. We even have some small precious footage of his various bands performing. Joe listens to these songs every day. It gets weepy and sad most of the time, but what a treasure.
Honey, I know this birthday is not what it would have been if these two were here with you, and I know you miss them. But we all love you and we are glad we get to share this day with you and celebrate what you mean to us.
Hugs and Kisses today from the rest of us. We love you.