What to say about Joe, well he was quite the charachter so its difficult to sum him up. That laugh would always make you smile. That grin would make you laugh. And them eyes would light up your world. He didn't always make the right choices and he always pushed his limits. But his heart was made of pure gold. 

Joseph was my first born and my only son. He always had to be different so while he grew in my stomach he was upside down with his head stabbing me in my ribs. I'll never forget the day he was moving around so much and I looked down and seen his hand print pushing out of my stomach. The coolest thing I ever saw. He was born during a blizzard in Minnesota. It snowed the day he passed. And from what I've seen in the forcast, he will be buried during another blizzard. He was taken from us way too early. His time here was short and a struggle. But that boy could always crack a smile that made you feel that he was going to make it no matter what. 

Joe was happiest by a lake or on the river. The "Master of His Kayak" with fishing pole in hand! He loved the outdoors as long as he could be fishing. He was a beautiful, handsome kid and he was more drama than all his 3 sisters combined. But that was Joe! He'd spend hours looking at himself in the mirror and making himself look just perfect. As his Mom, I didn't care so much for that beard of his, but he was so proud of it. I wanted to see that baby face of his. The day before he left us he trimmed it up for me, more than he would have wanted. Then he looked at me, tilted his head, rubbed that beard and said " Look Mom I'm a stud"! Joseph will be missed by many family and friends. His smile, laugh and those gorgeous eyes will be forever in many peoples hearts. He will never be forgotten but he will be surely missed. I love you Joseph!

We little knew that day, God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, In death, we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you. You did not go alone. For part of us went with you, The day God called you home. You left us beautiful memories, Your love is still our guide. And although we cannot see you, You are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, And nothing seems the same, But as God calls us one by one, The chain will link again. Author: Ron Tranmer