Happy Birthday, Joe...We Miss You
Nothing new to report on Monday, just reflecting on what would have been brother Joe's 52nd birthday. Joe left us all too suddenly nearly eight years ago after a sudden illness. Joe, who gives Alexander his middle name (although, sadly, their lives never intersected), was a complex man - at home with either the works of Homer or the humor of Homer Simpson - as I said in my eulogy for him.
The best and last word on the matter may come from Baltasar Gracián, the 17th century Spanish Jesuit philosopher, whose words serendipitously turn up on Jan. 31 on our thought-for-the-day calendar.
''Sometimes it proves the highest understanding not to understand.''
Joe's picture looks down on us from the window ledge at the dining room table and I know he's another guardian angel for us. I have no doubt his works in heaven helped see my liver transplant to its successful conclusion.
God bless you, Joe, and happy birthday.
We miss you.