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October 20, 2012
Teri and Doug, to me Joe was like the brother that didn't live under the same roof but still we shared many hours contemplating what the future had in store for us. Together we tripped through our youth gathering along the way the memories that would someday brings smiles to our face. I will revisit those memories.
October 15, 2012
Chad, so sorry to hear of your loss. May the good and merciful Lord guide your path and keep you safe throughout your daily life. Stay strong and keep strong with your faith.
Chad, my name is Tommy Taijeron, Millie Taijeron's bro-in-law in Anaheim, Cali. I met you and Joe when the two of you came out and we got together at my home. I still have the Chamorro cookbook that you sent to me in 2001. Take care. I'm sending my love and prayers to you and to Joe for speedy eternal rest with Our Lord Jesus.
October 15, 2012
My apology to you cousin Terri & Mike. I did not mean to forget to mention your son James. Take care cousin.
October 7, 2012
My cousin Joe was born at the beginning of the American era in Guam. His mom and dad met after his dad had separated from the Navy after the second World War. Having lived a good part of his adult life abroad, he dreamed of raising his children in the golden state. Tragically, he was killed in the plane bearing him back to California to fulfill that desire. Joe was 4 months old. This melancholia was always at the fringes of Joe's life. It was motivation for him to have a good work ethic, taking his role as the man in the family seriously.

My Auntie Mary wanted her children to remember their father and collected her few photographs and mementos which she shared with them as they grew up. She enveloped them with her love, giving Joe Megg a solid foundation for his loving kindness.

Some of you have asked about his rather strange nickname. He was actually named by the real Joe Meggo, the large Italian gentleman who managed Ada's Supermarkets in the 50's. He thought Joe was a little version of himself (big) and announced that he was going to call him Meggo since he was already a Joe.

Joe was a big guy for his age and time. His sister Teri was often thought to be the younger one when he was really her baby brother.

Growing up in Tamuning in the 60's and 70's was an exciting time. Joe was a member of the first class to graduate from St. Anthony's School, attended St. Jude's in Sinajana, and after a short “delinquente” phase in which he dropped out of school, eventually graduated from Chula Vista High School in the San Diego area of California. He loved the music of the time, and enjoyed following the local bands and their renditions of popular music. He enjoyed “Reelin' in the Years” with old friends as he travelled and sought them out to catch up on their lives in recent trips.

The big guy enjoyed playing sports with his cousins, cousins' cousins and anyone else willing to challenge the competitive streak he displayed during those pickup games of football, basketball and maybe even tetherball.

Joe accompanied Auntie Mary on their first trip off island to visit his sister in Omaha. They then went on to San Diego where he saw the light about school.

After returning to Guam he worked for PUAG, now GWA. Starting out as a pipefitter, he worked and studied his way through the agency and deservedly earned certifications in water, wastewater and water operations. His travels for these trainings gave him the travel bug.

We were beginning to think Joe would be a confirmed bachelor when he finally met “the one”. He still worried about his faith when he told his sister that he had met someone, BUT that she was not Catholic.

He and Chat met with Father Bibi Arroyo and with marriage preparation offered by the Archdiocese and many, many sessions with their sponsor couple, Albert and Maria Quitugua, they bravely marched on toward matrimony.

At nearly 45 years of age our cousin made the plunge into marriage with Chat on Valentine's Day, 1998. He became a father to Chris having little experience with only his nephews while helping his mother when she cared for them. He had a gruff manner with the boys, stern but kind under that tough exterior.

He was that way with Chat, too. He had a good eye for assessing a situation, filling a need, and being prompt. Even his big sister did not escape his words of wisdom, and he was ready with a cautionary tale, trying to keep his loved ones from doing harm to themselves.

He had a good foundation in his faith. The loss of his nephew and later his mother strengthened that faith even more. He prayed a daily rosary and later added the 3 o'clock prayer to his daily devotions. His sister was startled to see him awake before dawn, sitting at the side of the bed on a recent trip to Manila. He was praying his rosary.

He loved to travel. His family enjoyed trips to parts of Asia, Australia and the U.S., enjoying the sights and filling his curious nature with wonders and knowledge. He still sought out a Catholic church to attend Mass on Sundays and hoped to visit the various churches in the Holy Land.

He has now gone on to what we hope is the holiest land and that he will reap the reward of a good and faithful servant. Godspeed, Joe. Adios, primo.

Eulogy by Frank P. Mafnas