My sincerest condolences and love to Joe's wife, Patty and their children. It is a hard thing to lose a husband and a father and also my brother.
When Joe was 6 years old (and I was 8) living on N. East St. I well remember him him running out of the house, across the porch and into the street anxious to get across to the vacant lot where we used to play. He didn't look and suddenly a car rushing up the street hit him and knocked him down, his body half-way under the car. Everyone thought he was dead, but thankfully it was just the wind knocked out of him and he revived and we grew up together.
I have many happy memories of playing with my little brother Joe -- especially all the go-carts we built every summer with wheels salvaged from visits to the landfill. What fun they were to ride down the street with our homemade stick brake!
I'll miss you brother Joe, but know that I'll see you in heaven someday as I know you loved our Lord Jesus Christ.