Thursday, April 23, 2020
One of my earliest memories is of playing along the shoreline at the beach, and being swept under by a big wave. Thankfully, my brother Joe was nearby and he pulled me out of the water.
Being part of a big family means there’s usually always someone looking out for you and as the youngest, I’ve always taken the steady, unobtrusive presence of my family as a given, taken it for granted. Although we were not close, I am here because Joe was looking out for me that day. I am grateful for his watchful eye, and the many threads his life has woven into the fabric of our family.
Safe journey onward, brother. May you rest easy.
