Losing Joe — Quiet Spaces of Life, Loss & Grief
Every morning I wake up to the sound of silence. But, his face is the first face I see when my eyes open and whenever my eyes close. Three years have passed by, and still, our home continues to miss the sound of his loud voice. His laughter. His patience. His smile. His happiness. Most of all, His love. He is our son, our big brother; He is Joe.