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Who Was JOE?  


When I think about Joe’s legacy I think of the many things he taught me in the years we were together. He taught me most of all that I was a person worthy of love and happiness. When we met we were both victims of failed relationships. How much of those failures were the fault of either of us isn’t really that important. The failures left us both scarred and afraid. We were afraid of giving our hearts to each other because we were sure it would end in another failure and I think at that point in our lives neither one of us could have handled that. 

We tried so hard for a few years to push each other away for whatever faults we found in each other because then we could justify letting our relationship go.  

Our lives weren’t ideal because of his drinking and he could be rather ugly drinking but then again I could be quite ugly to him dead sober. We were a helluva match. I know I held grudges to much and even when I forgave him for things I didn’t forgive him enough to forget or let things go. We had the kitchen sink kind of fight where you throw everything in to the fight but the kitchen sink. As we became older and more mellow we didn’t want to fight we just wanted to be happy that we had come so far and grown so much in our love that all we wanted was to spend the rest of our lives together. 

I am so thankful for the peace of the last 10 years or more and just those wonderful feelings that loving and being loved can bring you. I still have regrets over things I said and things I did and I’m sure he had them as well. Luckily for Joe he is gone and not plagued by those memories. It's amazing the things you beat yourself up over when someone takes their own life.  I am so glad that I am healing and handling my grief so much better that I was even 6 months ago.  I just miss him so.

We found so many things in our life to laugh about and just enjoyed simple things. My daughter’s children brought us more pleasure than anything else. I wish I could remember how many times he thanked me for being in his life and the kids and grandkids. He had lost all of his family by the time he died and we were really the only ones there for him. 

A person has come to this site and left negative messages on candles about Joe's life in New York and can't undersand why I won't allow her to vent her anger on this site.  She wants to vent anger that would be almost a quarter of a centery old on a site I created out of love for Joe. Is it me or is this person completely lacking in common sense.   I can be contacted by mail so I would know who I'm dealing with but obviously I'm dealing with some pathetic coward.  For all I know it could be some body who chased after Joe and was rejected by him.  I've certainly not given anyone a reason to hurt me and Joe is gone and can't be hurt by some coward.  I could write things about his life in New York and could write about things people did that hurt Joe too but none of it is relevant any more.  We all go through our lives doing the best we can at the time that we do them unless we’re just evil. I don’t think there is anyone that was ever in either of our lives that was evil.   I have to confess to feeling sorry for this person because obviously she can't help but be drawn to the site of a dead man she purports to have little respect for.  Sounds like he has her in his grips even in death.

The bottom line is quite simple, Joe loved me with all his being and I loved him as completely.  Nothing else matters any more but it does sound like she has some mental health issues and could use a psychiatrist.   

Joe was mine and I was his...period.  I will always love Joe and I know how much he loved me and that’s really all that’s important. There’s nothing else left to say.


   




The Invisible Cord - By Terri Postolakos  


We are connected, my brother, my sister, my son, my daughter, my friend or family member and I.
By an "Invisible Cord" not seen by the naked eye.

It's not like the cord that connects us at birth.
This cord can't be seen by any on earth.

This cord does its work right from the start
It binds us together attached at the heart.

I know that it's there, though no one can see
The "Invisible Cord" from the person I miss, to me.

The strength of this cord is hard to describe
It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.

It's stronger that any cord man could create
It Withstands any test, can hold any weight.

And though you are gone, and not here with me
The cord is still there, though no one can see.

It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore.
But this cord is my lifeline like never before.

I am thankful that God connects us this way.
Brother and Sister, mother, father, son, daughter, friend or family member death cannot take you away.

Read at the POS-FFOS Spring Retreat Peace Fire by Alice Stephens - Modified by Karyl Beal

The Moment You Died  



The moment you died I lay sleeping unaware I would wake up to find half my life was gone and the other half was in shambles. 

The moment you died I went from being part of us to being only me. 

The moment you died you left my heart torn and shattered beyond belief. 

The moment you died you left me thinking I should die. 

The moment you died you made me call upon resources I never knew I had just to survive. 

The moment you died you left me waiting for the time to come when the pain will lessen and the memories will be a blessing and not a heart wrenching feeling of dispair. 

The moment you died you took the best friend I had in the whole world and with it all my feelings of security and left me alone and afraid. 

Can I thank you for what you left me with me the moment that you died? NO 

Can I forgive you for all the things you left me with the moment that you died?  YES, because you loved me and I'll always treasure that love because I know you did not mean to leave me with such horrible pain the moment that you died.



Lyrics express my thoughts perfectly  









Every night it's the same
I hear you callin' my name
You're lyin' next to me
I give into your charms
You disappear in my arms
I realize it's just a dream, but

Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love


And now I
Shake the sleep from my head
And try to crawl out of bed
Today is just another day
I make the coffee for one
I turn the radio on
Pretend that everything's ok, but

Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love

And now I
Know there's no reason to smile
It's gonna take me awhile
'Cause I still love you desperately

Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love


And now I
Watch the sun goin? down
There ain't nobody around
I feel a night in the breeze
I keep on tellin' myself
I don't need nobody else
And I can do as I please, but

Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love

And now I
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love


And now
Every night it's the same
I hear you callin' my name
I still love you desperately
I still love you
I still want you
I still love you desperatel
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Joe's Legacy To Me Is How Precious Life Is  




In the rising of the sun
and its going down,
We Will Remember Joe.

In the blowing of the wind and
in the chill of winter,
We Will Remember Joe.

In the opening of the buds and
in the rebirth of spring,
We Will Remember Joe.

In the blueness of the skies and in the
warmth of summer,
We Will Remember Joe.

In the rustling of the leaves and in the
beauty of autumn,
We Will Remember Joe.

In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We Will Remember Joe.

When we are weary and in need of strength,
We Will Remember Joe.

When we are lost and sick of heart,
We Will Remember Joe.

When we have joys and special celebrations
 we yearn to share,
We Will Remember Joe.

So long as we live, He too shall live, for
He is part of us.
We Will Remember Joe.


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