Remembering Joe

by Lois Jamieson

I am finding that one of the ‘Perils’ of aging is losing friends.

The problem with being an Octogenarian is that a great many of our close friends are also octogenarians. Just last week we said “Farewell”  to our wonderful friend, Joe.

It seems like just yesterday my husband and I were sitting in our living room having a before-dinner-drink with Joe and his wife Punkie. Two days ago we celebrated his life at his memorial service.

The Joe we knew was a kind, thoughtful man, with a sweet smile - a gentle man and a ‘gentleman’. At his memorial celebration, we heard from his three children and three grandchildren that he was also an understanding father, who never let them down. His love for his family was unconditional. During the past week we had the privilege of spending time with these three grown-up children, as well as his dear wife of fifty seven years. We shared laughter and tears and sweet moments.

Joe had a keen interest in sailing and spent many happy hours on the water. So we say “Bon Voyage" dear friend ’til we meet again.”

“When through one man a little more love and goodness, a little more light and truth come into the world – then that man’s life has had meaning.” Ano