I'm so sorry that you're no longer "with us" Joe. My heart aches for the pain that your passing has caused those that loved you. But like the song says, "I could have skipped the pain but I would have missed the dance". Getting to know you was worth the inivitable loss.

You left a wonderful legacy through your sons.

I love you,
kathy

May you take comfort in knowing an angel is watching over you, rest in peace Joe.

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me and if you want to, pray for me.
Let my

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me and if you want to, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
For an interval,
Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.

Uncle Joe, Thank you for always being so welcoming in your home.

You are missed!

Matthew

Joe was always striving to make you comfortable no matter where you were. Being at the riverbanks edge or at his home you always felt welcomed and treated like you were the most valuable friend he had. He always treated us with kindness and respect and his love and adoration for Doris was admired by me if not by many. Joe lived life he did not just exist. He will be missed. I am so sorry for your pain. Love Ann Marie

In honor of the man whose name I chose as my confirmation when I was 12. God bless you Uncle Joe. Thanks for wondeful memories.

Death is nothing at all.
 It does not count.
 I have only slipped away into the next room.
 Everything remains as it was.
 The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
 Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
 Call me by the old familiar name.
 Speak of me in

In honor of the man whose name I chose as my confirmation when I was 12. God bless you Uncle Joe. Thanks for wondeful memories.

Death is nothing at all.
 It does not count.
 I have only slipped away into the next room.
 Everything remains as it was.
 The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
 Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
 Call me by the old familiar name.
 Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
 Put no sorrow in your tone. 
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
 Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. 
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
 Let it be spoken without effort
. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
 There is unbroken continuity.
 Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? 
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
 All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
 One brief moment and all will be as it was before. 
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.

I will always remember the sparkle in Uncle Joe's beautiful blue eyes, especially when he told stories about his fun times with his four sons -- "Ma Boys" -- and the great times spent flying model rockets and airplanes.

We had some great times together with Mary, Joe and the boys, that I treasure to this day.

I remember the great gift of travel that Joe gave to his family, and what fun they had visiting all the wonderful places in

I will always remember the sparkle in Uncle Joe's beautiful blue eyes, especially when he told stories about his fun times with his four sons -- "Ma Boys" -- and the great times spent flying model rockets and airplanes.

We had some great times together with Mary, Joe and the boys, that I treasure to this day.

I remember the great gift of travel that Joe gave to his family, and what fun they had visiting all the wonderful places in this world.

My Dad treasured the time with his brothers and I know you are together now.

Love you Uncle Joe, and our thoughts are with the boys, Doris and all the family.
--Kathy

Many fond memories of Joe -a good brother to my dear husband Harry-Best man at our wedding in Massachusetts-visits back and forth to New York and Mass with our 3 daughters and Mary & Joe's 4 boys. Fun times continued with our move to Northern CA and Mary & Joes in Southern CA -Joe flew in to our Cape Cod vacation home for a fun visit-Happy family reunions with Joe & Doris- God speed Joe as you file you final flight plan and -reunite with your brothers-Harry, Bill and George

We must obey God’s calling on our lives. We must step out in faith and allow Him to take the caterpillar and transform it into a beautiful butterfly. Enjoy your wings JOE!
Love Gene

For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.
Leonardo da Vinci

Rest in Peace ~Semper Fi