Some bonds are chosen, not born—and Joey, you were loved like a son in every way that mattered. Though it never became “official,” the love was real, deep, and lasting. Your passing leaves an ache that words can barely hold, a quiet emptiness that lingers in familiar rooms and cherished memories. You will be missed more than you could ever know.

On Tiffanie’s birthday, remembrance came softly and suddenly—standing in the living room, looking at the wall of pictures, reliving moments frozen in time. You once shared how Dale’s celebration of life photos lived on your fridge, close to your heart. That simple truth touched something deep. It showed how much love you carried, how sincerely you honored the people who mattered to you.

Joey, you had a way of touching hearts without trying. Your sweet smile could brighten a room, ease a worry, and make everything feel just a little lighter. One of the most treasured memories will always be our last dinner together, when you, Matthew, Dale, and I celebrated Tiffanie’s birthday. It was one of those ordinary moments that becomes extraordinary only later—when you realize how precious it truly was.

Now, there’s comfort in imagining you reunited with Dale—sharing long talks about history, laughing over endless garage sale stories, and catching up the way only you two could. Please give Dale a hug for me when you see him. Knowing you’re together again brings a small measure of peace.