Joseph W. Kelley

And so goes our Uncle Joe,
No longer bound by the restraints
Of this earth,
No longer tied to the tired old body
That is far less willing than the soul
At last, you can move about more freely than you ever could have dreamed
At last, you can speak and see and feel all of the ones you've missed

Won't we miss him? Certainly...
But he left little pieces of himself everywhere we look
He left us with memories
He left us with good deeds...