Dear Joe...

[Tisa2U]

I didn't see you or talk to you for 5 long years, missing you each and every day. I had to find a new life. So many times I'd pray for you to stop, too. Hoping against hope. Why did you have to die, Joe?

I still can't forget the last time we spoke.
You leaned up against the fence, and looked out across the fields.
I saw your face silhouetted by the setting sun.
"I wouldn't have done that to you," you accused.
But you had, and worse.
I reminded you. You had forgotten.
Our minds were rotting away and we knew it.
"I love you, Joe."
"I know. I love you, too, girl."

You would be proud of me, Joe. I've been clean almost 2 1/2 years now. I've regained more of my mind than I had any right to even hope for. I'm happy for the first time in my life. I play "It's Been A While" all the time and remember how we cried when we heard it that day so long ago. I miss you every day. Tomorrow I will go take the Christmas wreath from your grave. I pray that you will wait for me by the river Jordan.

"I love you, Joe."
"I know. I love you, too, girl."

[indigo]

I'm sorry you're hurting and happy that you got clean I'm sure that Joe's proud of you as you have much to be proud of too.

[deedee]

(((tisa)))

It's tragic that some lose the battle and I'm so sorry that Joe didn't make it. He lives on in your heart and I agree he would be so proud of you today.

peace & prayers ~

deedee