Papa Joe

As many of you know by now, we had to unexpectedly say goodbye to Joey's dad last week. He died in his sleep early in the morning Tuesday, March 16th.

With Molly's RSV and planning for the funeral, I haven't had much time to process and reflect on Joe's death. I thought blogging might provide me the opportunity to do so.

I loved Joe from the moment I met him. My first encounter with him was in the Sluggers parking lot. Joey and I had just started dating and I had brought some dinner up to Joey while he was working there. In the short 3 minutes that I was in the facility, someone broke into my car in the parking lot and stole my purse. Not ten minutes later Joe was there with a vacuum and supplies to help me clean up my car. The next day, he helped take me to the glass shop to get a new window. This was just the kind of guy Joe was - always putting other's needs before his own. I can honestly say that I never met someone that didn't like Joe in the past seven years.

Papa Joe was absolutely in love with my girls. He taught Bailey how to throw a ball and "what a rooster says." He laughed at her and with her. Every time we went over to their house, he commanded me to take Molly out of her carrier immediately so he could hold her. He held her for six hours straight on Christmas Eve. He was a wonderful grandpa.

Joey got so many of his wonderful qualities from his dad.. . his servant's heart, overwhelming generosity, and overall likability. Please pray for Joey in the upcoming weeks and months. His dad meant the world to him.

I love you Joe. I'm so glad Joey had you for a father and my girls got to know their Papa Joe, even if for a short time. You will be missed so much!

Cammy