I can't even tell you how many times in the last few weeks that I have wanted to tell you something, ask you a question, or I walk in the house and say HI DADDY, and you say Hi Hunny. It is so surreal to me that you are not here anymore. Although it does bring me peace in knowing you are out of pain and eating a steak with Grammy. We have been so lucky to have you as long as we did and we are blessed to have had you as our father. I will never ever forget the memories I have with you. Most of them centered around shopping :) Hopefully up there you have a limitless debit card and a fancy mall, so you can do all of your shopping and afford tons of Tommy Bahama shirts.
I will cherish my wedding day, where you were able to walk me down the aisle and dance with me. You will always be in my heart and I will always keep the memories I have with you close to my heart. I love you so much Daddy.
Joseph Anthony Misukonis – my father, my hero. My father was known by many names from his loved one, such as Honey, Daddy, Joey, Uncle Joe, Joe Mapes, Mr. Joe, Mr. M, and one other name my mother like to call him, as some may know, but we'll leave that one out. I always called my father Joey. Not only was he my father, but he was my best friend. He was a loving and devoted husband to my mother, a caring and compassionate father to Nichole, Christine, and myself, a loyal brother to uncle Vinny, a goofy uncle to many, and wonderful friend to everyone here.
Joey was a proud man, and so proud to be a Marine. Joey loved the Cowboys, the Yankees, sharing cigars with friends, and any Matt Damon movie. Joey had an amazing sense of humor. Whether he's dressing in crazy outfits, busting someone's chops, or even convincing Mom that the movie “The Blob” was a true story – he always knew how to have fun.
Mom was Joey's life, and Joey's life was Mom's. They were best friends and soul mates. Joey and Mom loved to spend the summer days on the boat, playing Scrabble. Going to the mall and spending an hour in Macy's while mom people watched, and just being together. They always brought out the best in each other, even through the tough years.
Nichole was Joey's first baby. Even though Joey couldn't always be with her, she was always in his heart. Joey and Nichole were able to make wonderful memories on trips to Disney World, the Statue of Liberty, and even just family visits. Joey loved Nichole and was so proud when she married Milton. Whenever Nichole would call, Mom would yell in to Joey, “Hon, Nichole's on the phone” – and his eyes would always light up.
Christine was her Daddy's best shopping buddy. Even when Joey was tired, or didn't feel like it; Christine was always able to coax him out of the house with a Lord and Taylor coupon or a trip to Lafayette Village. And if anyone knows Christine, they know that it takes a hurricane to wake her up in the morning. But while she was living with Mom and Dad, Joey would call her every morning and wake her up for work by saying, “Time to make the donuts!”… and when she would inevitably fall back asleep, Joey would call back and say, “The donuts are burning!”
Joey was my movie buddy. The best times I had with Joey were just hanging out and watching movies together. Joey loved gangster movies, which is why he named me Michael, after Michael Corleone. Joey also had a wonderful taste in music which I am so grateful to have inherited. The Beach Boys, Frankie Valli, Andrea Bocelli, Billy Joel, Frank Sinatra… and pretty much the whole soundtrack to “Goodfellas.”
Joey fought hard for us. For 10 long years. These past 3 years have been the blessing of my family's life. Joey was able to walk Christine down the aisle when she married John, he was able to come see Megan and I in Boston and see us get engaged, and he was able to love Mom for 3 extra years. Joey made sure everyone was settled before he left us. And we promised to take care of Mom, who was the love of his life.
We are all going to miss Joey, and we are all so sad he isn't with us anymore. But let's all be thankful that he isn't suffering anymore. Joey is up there eating a steak, drinking some sambuca, and getting yelled at by Grammy for cursing so much with Carlos.
I love you Joey.
DEAR BARB AND FAMILY: JOE AND I FIRST MET ONE XMAS HOLIDAY IN THE SEVENTIES WHILE VISITING NOREEN AND HER FAMILY. IT WAS GREAT FUN, SINCE HE WAS A FIERCE DALLAS FOOTBALL FAN AND I AM A STEELER FAN . THIS ,ALONE, KEPT US BUSY FOR HOURS ON END AND FOR EVERY VISIT WITH HIM THEREAFTER. I WAS A NAVY SEABEE AND FOUGHT WITH MARINES IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC. WE WERE BROTHERS WITH THOSE GREAT FIGHTING MEN.JOE , REST IN PEACE AND HONOR , MY FRIEND, YOUR GREAT FIGHTING SPIRIT AND LOVE WILL BE MISSED. AND TO BARB AND FAMILY, I BLESS YOUR HERO VETERAN AND HUSBAND. MAY THE PEACE WE FOUGHT FOR JUST BEGIN.GOD BE WITH YOU . A FORMER SAILOR, BILL POLASKI
Dear Misukonis Family, Sorry for your loss. I was a high school. Our prayers are with you and your family. Tom and Lorraine Stramara
Barb, Christine and Mike,
I am so sorry for your loss. He was a really nice man. I will miss him.