........Garden Walk...........
Take a walk through my garden
so I can be near.
Say a few honest words,
sing a gentle song,
Join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories
about me to ease your laugh.
I loved hearing your laugh.
When I've had time to settle
and green gathers into buds, remember......
I love buds bursting into spring........
As the season ripens
Remember my persistent passion.......
And if you come into my garden
on an August afternoon,
Smile, laugh, and think of me.
I met Joe 25 years ago when he came to California to be at Our wedding. Every year Joe would come to mine and Tims home and spend a week with us and a week with Tims sister Lisa. He was known as their DAD, and we all loved his visits....Our kids olny knew him as Grandpa Joe, and the laughter and memories will last forever. He was such a bright light and was so loved.... He always spoke of how much his family meant to him, his firemen buddies, and the winery... We love you, and will miss you Joe...You will always be in our hearts....but for now nite nite little Arlene....
