Patricia, Katie, and Luke -
Joe has been the one constant in my life. He knew my parents when they lived on the base in SF, and he took my pictures the day I was born at Army Hospital. He has always been my father's best friend. When he lived in Novato next to my dad's house, he told me that he had bought the house so he could spend time with me (we played checkers for hours!). I remember dancing at your reception, Patricia, at the CliffHouse in SF. I also remember Joe playing the keyboard as I walked down the aisle with my husband almost 19 years ago. Tucked in between all of those times were houseboat trips, food fights, football games, wonderful holiday meals, and lots of dog pile moments of cuddling on the sofa with my Godfather Joe. I can't make it to his memorial, but I want you to know how much he meant and means to me. I will truly miss him. Warren and I send our love to all of you.