Saw in the paper it is the 10-year anniversary of the death of a very dear friend, my youngest son Joe is named after him. I showed Joe the picture in the paper and answered all kinds of questions about what he was like. He loved the Cubs, hated the show Friends ("I hate that Ross guy"), had almost blind allegiance to anything West DePere, had characters and storylines for just about everything (his golf ball, his daughter's dolls, even my lesson plan book at school was given a personality and a voice), and genuinely loved to laugh. Mark and I shared a bunch of memories and laughs, and I saw a sparkle in my Joe's eyes that rival those of the amazing man he was named after. We miss you, Joe!
