This stunner of an old young man passed away Thursday, my Grandpa, Joe’s namesake. A highly decorated Navy officer, vet of the Vietnam war, Father to 5, grandfather to 30 and great-grandfather to more. He lost some of his hearing on a ship but never seemed to mind, at least I couldn’t tell. Instead, he whistled any song he could remember, did the dishes, laughed often, helmed the family quietly, patiently, even when Alzheimer’s slowly took him, he was always kind, always delighting, as long as he got his bowl of Neapolatin ice cream, a period at the end of every day, the big ones and the small ones too. RIP OG Joe. See you up there. Thank you for Life. January 31, 1928 – June 2, 2022.