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Saw this post on Facebook and it was spot on for what I think now as I’m getting older.

Make it a great day. 

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My Brother, Joe M. Garza

From August 28, 2017

Well, it’s been three years since my little brother, Joe M. Garza died unexpectedly. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him or miss him.

Time seems to be going by so fast that it doesn’t feel like it’s been three years.

I decided to repost the post that I did in 2014, 205 and 2016. I was able to read what I wrote in 2014. But I couldn’t bring myself to read what I wrote in 2015 and 2016. I will… someday.

But I wanted to share them again and let you know that my brother was one-of-a-kind. I want him to be remembered for the unique person he was.

So, for today, I will also post “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd for him.

Joe, I miss you and still can’t believe we are not going to grow old together.

Tell Mom I love her and give her a hug from me.

From August 28, 2016

Sometimes I just want someone to hug me and say, “I know it’s hard. You’re going to be okay.

731 Days

That is how many days it’s been from Thursday, August 28th, 2014 to Sunday, August 28th, 2016 since my brother, Joe died.

It’s hard to believe it’s been two years already. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago that it happened and other times it feels like it just happened.

Joe was your typical little, pain in the ass brother! Oh, how he could press my buttons and set me off. We could give each other the silent treatment like nobody’s business. Then there were those times where we would be the best of friends.

We would quote movie lines back to each other. Or text each other, while being in the same room.

Joe had a strange and weird sense of humor. Either you got it and thought it was funny or you didn’t get it.

I still have the texts that we sent each other the morning that he died. I so afraid of losing them, that I have them saved on a couple of Clouds and SD cards. I haven’t brought myself to read them. I don’t know when I will be able to read them without being crashed that Joe is gone. His Facebook page is still open, I haven’t been able to close the account. Once in a while I like going on there and reading the nice posts from his friends who say that they miss him and his sense of humor.

The first six months after his death, I was gun-ho on cleaning out his room and getting stuff organized. Now, at the two-year mark, I haven’t been able to go through his stuff. Not sure when I will be able to go in there and take care of it?

Peanut Butter, you wonder why peanut butter would make me think of Joe? For the past two years, we have had the same peanut butter jars in the cabinet when Joe died. Joe ate a huge spoonful of peanut butter every night. We went through a lot of peanut butter when he was alive.

One of the last meals that Joe ate was spaghetti that I made. He even made a comment on how good it was. To this day, I have a very hard time making spaghetti.

I remember Joe when I see something funny on TV. My first reaction is to text Joe or let him know that I saw something funny. He would be thrilled that the “Glimore Girls” is coming back.

This past week leading up to today have been very hard. My emotions have been all over the place. A little bit of me is still mad as hell that Joe left me and there is a little bit that still in denial that he is gone. I swear if I gave in to them, I could cry all day or want to punch someone/something.

I wish that I could snap my fingers and everything would be back to normal. But I know that won’t happen. I have to believe that Joe is with our Mom and both are pain free and together and having a blast together.

Once is a while, I feel that he (and my Mom) are watching over me.

Like when I drive into work, sometimes I see two Cardinals flying across the road. Cardinals are supposed to mean that angels are near.

Or whenever I hear “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Joe had this weird connection to that song. He always requested that our nephew play that song on his trombone. So whenever I hear it, I think it’s Joe letting me know he’s there.  Even Brad, our nephew, has experienced hearing that song while he was doing something to the truck he drives, which was Joe’s truck.

So today, I will try to remember all the good times and all the laughs we had

Until we meet again, brother. I miss you.

From August 28, 2015

Hard to believe it’s been a year since my little brother, Joe M. Garza died.

Lord knows that boy could press my buttons and get me going. But how I would give anything to have him back.

The year of firsts is behind us now. First birthdays, holidays, anniversaries and special occasions. Now we are to the first year of you  being gone.

Just recently, after talking with our cousin, Emma, did I feel a little comfort, relief, happiness since you died. Oh, it still hurts, but I can make it a couple of days, weeks without being too sad.

I know you are with our Mom, just having a grand old time. I came in last place compared to our sister, Cynthia; being my Mom’s favorite. I’ve always been cool with that. They deserved it. Now I know they are together in heaven and that does give me some peace.

Found this poem and changed it a little. (Thank you and sorry to the person who wrote it.)

Missing You

There is so much I wish to say

I think about you every day

I miss your laugh

I miss your smile

Neither lost nor forgotten…

I imagine them often

It just doesn’t seem real that you’re not around

I still look for you when I’m in town…

I’ll never forget on the 4th of July…

As I sat on the curb, tears filled my eyes….

I found myself looking for you…..

Until I realized what was true…

I will never again see your wave and your smile…

We won’t stand on the street and visit for a while…

No “how you doing Sis” with a big hug to follow….

No “what are you doing tonight” or “I’ll see ya tomorrow”…

All of these things, I cherish so dearly …

In my heart, I remember so clearly…

I still talk to you …

I know you can hear me…

Today I spoke of you and before I finished my sentence….

I could feel your presence…

Then .. a coincidence, or was it a sign?

The song that reminds me of you began to play (“Frer Bird”)…

As If you knew I was thinking of you this day…

I smiled.. feeling you were there with me …

Again… I sat remembering…

Tears filled my eyes as I listened to the song.

But this time I accepted that you are gone.

One year later..

Seems like forever….

I’ve asked myself and I’ve talked to God…..

How could he take you away for so long?

The only answer that makes any sense is ….

You’re in God’s hands now… 

As he planned

Watching us from above…

An Angel in heaven who will always be loved.

Joe… Till we meet again in heaven. Take care of Mom, give her a big kiss and hug from me. I’ll be OK. I’m getting there one breathe at a time.

I love you, little brother.

From August 28, 2014

Family and friends, this has to be the 2nd saddest post I’ve had to put on here. This morning, my brother Joe Garza, passed away. These past couple of weeks, he wasn’t feeling well and they found out he had a weak heart. He went back into the hospital on Sunday and up to this morning he was joking around, being his typical self — I know, you’re surprised. But then this morning, he went down hill fast and they tried to bring him back, but with no luck. He wanted to be cremated and have a BBQ get together when he died. So that is what we are going to do in a couple of weeks. So now, he’s in heaven with our mom… driving her crazy with his jokes. Joe, I’m going to miss you and give mom a hug from me. (Sorry if we missed any family before posting this.)

 

From August 28, 2017

Well, it’s been three years since my little brother, Joe M. Garza died unexpectedly. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him or miss him.

Time seems to be going by so fast that it doesn’t feel like it’s been three years.

I decided to repost the post that I did in 2014, 205 and 2016. I was able to read what I wrote in 2014. But I couldn’t bring myself to read what I wrote in 2015 and 2016. I will… someday.

But I wanted to share them again and let you know that my brother was one-of-a-kind. I want him to be remembered for the unique person he was.

So, for today, I will also post “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd for him.

Joe, I miss you and still can’t believe we are not going to grow old together.

Tell mom I love her and give her a hug from me.

From August 28, 2016

Sometimes I just want someone to hug me and say, “I know it’s hard. You’re going to be okay.
731 Days…

That is how many days it’s been from Thursday, August 28th, 2014 to Sunday, August 28th, 2016 since my brother, Joe died.

It’s hard to believe it’s been two years already. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago that it happened and other times it feels like it just happened.

Joe was your typical little, pain in the ass brother! Oh, how he could press my buttons and set me off. We could give each other the silent treatment like nobody’s business. Then there were those times where we would be the best of friends.

We would quote movie lines back to each other. Or text each other, while being in the same room.

Joe had a strange and weird sense of humor. Either you got it and thought it was funny or you didn’t get it.

I still have the texts that we sent each other the morning that he died. I so afraid of losing them, that I have them saved on a couple of Clouds and SD cards. I haven’t brought myself to read them. I don’t know when I will be able to read them without being crashed that Joe is gone.
His Facebook page is still open, I haven’t been able to close the account. Once in a while I like going on there and reading the nice posts from his friends who say that they miss him and his sense of humor.

The first six months after his death, I was gun-ho on cleaning out his room and getting stuff organized. Now, at the two-year mark, I haven’t been able to go through his stuff. Not sure when I will be able to go in there and take care of it?

Peanut Butter, you wonder why peanut butter would make me think of Joe? For the past two years, we have had the same peanut butter jars in the cabinet when Joe died. Joe ate a huge spoonful of peanut butter every night. We went through a lot of peanut butter when he was alive.
One of the last meals that Joe ate was spaghetti that I made. He even made a comment on how good it was. To this day, I have a very hard time making spaghetti.

I remember Joe when I see something funny on TV. My first reaction is to text Joe or let him know that I saw something funny. He would be thrilled that the “Glimore Girls” is coming back.
This past week leading up to today have been very hard. My emotions have been all over the place. A little bit of me is still mad as hell that Joe left me and there is a little bit that still in denial that he is gone. I swear if I gave in to them, I could cry all day or want to punch someone/something.

I wish that I could snap my fingers and everything would be back to normal. But I know that won’t happen. I have to believe that Joe is with our Mom and both are pain free and together and having a blast together.

Once is a while, I feel that he (and my Mom) are watching over me.

Like when I drive into work, sometimes I see two Cardinals flying across the road. Cardinals are supposed to mean that angels are near.

Or whenever I hear “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Joe had this weird connection to that song. He always requested that our nephew play that song on his trombone. So whenever I hear it, I think it’s Joe letting me know he’s there. Even Brad, our nephew, has experienced hearing that song while he was doing something to the truck he drives, which was Joe’s truck.
So today, I will try to remember all the good times and all the laughs we had

Until we meet again, brother. I miss you.

From August 28, 2015

Hard to believe it’s been a year since my little brother, Joe M. Garza died.
Lord knows that boy could press my buttons and get me going. But how I would give anything to have him back.

The year of firsts is behind us now. First birthdays, holidays, anniversaries and special occasions. Now we are to the first year of you being gone.

Just recently, after talking with our cousin, Emma, did I feel a little comfort, relief, happiness since you died. Oh, it still hurts, but I can make it a couple of days, weeks without being too sad.
I know you are with our Mom, just having a grand old time. I came in last place compared to our sister, Cynthia; being my Mom’s favorite. I’ve always been cool with that. They deserved it. Now I know they are together in heaven and that does give me some peace.
Found this poem and changed it a little. (Thank you and sorry to the person who wrote it.)

Missing You
There is so much I wish to say
I think about you every day
I miss your laugh
I miss your smile
Neither lost nor forgotten…
I imagine them often
It just doesn’t seem real that you’re not around
I still look for you when I’m in town…
I’ll never forget on the 4th of July…
As I sat on the curb, tears filled my eyes….
I found myself looking for you…..
Until I realized what was true…
I will never again see your wave and your smile…
We won’t stand on the street and visit for a while…
No “how you doing Sis” with a big hug to follow….
No “what are you doing tonight” or “I’ll see ya tomorrow”…
All of these things, I cherish so dearly …
In my heart, I remember so clearly…
I still talk to you …
I know you can hear me…
Today I spoke of you and before I finished my sentence….
I could feel your presence…
Then .. a coincidence, or was it a sign?
The song that reminds me of you began to play (“Frer Bird”)…
As If you knew I was thinking of you this day…
I smiled.. feeling you were there with me …
Again… I sat remembering…
Tears filled my eyes as I listened to the song.
But this time I accepted that you are gone.
One year later..
Seems like forever….
I’ve asked myself and I’ve talked to God…..
How could he take you away for so long?
The only answer that makes any sense is ….
You’re in God’s hands now…
As he planned
Watching us from above…
An Angel in heaven who will always be loved.

Joe… Till we meet again in heaven. Take care of Mom, give her a big kiss and hug from me. I’ll be OK. I’m getting there one breathe at a time.

I love you, little brother.

From August 28, 2014

Family and friends, this has to be the 2nd saddest post I’ve had to put on here. This morning, my brother Joe Garza, passed away. These past couple of weeks, he wasn’t feeling well and they found out he had a weak heart. He went back into the hospital on Sunday and up to this morning he was joking around, being his typical self — I know, you’re surprised. But then this morning, he went down hill fast and they tried to bring him back, but with no luck. He wanted to be cremated and have a BBQ get together when he died. So that is what we are going to do in a couple of weeks. So now, he’s in heaven with our mom… driving her crazy with his jokes. Joe, I’m going to miss you and give mom a hug from me. (Sorry if we missed any family before posting this.)

 

Happy 30th Birthday, Brad

I want to wish a Happy 30th Birthday to my nephew, Brad Keesler! I have loved him since the moment I knew of him. I am the luckiest person in the world to be his Aunt. 
Brad, I hope you have a great day and the BEST is yet to come. I ❤️ you!

Happy Birthday, Joe

Today would have been my little brother, Joe’s 49th birthday. 

He will be celebrating in heaven with my mom. It’s almost been three years since Joe died. 

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of Joe. The good, bad and the ugly. 

I can picture him in heaven, celebrating his birthday with a strawberry cake with strawberry frosting. Eating a box of cereal. Downloading all the movies and TV shows he can. Eating something our mom made just for him. Listening to “Free Bird.” And drinking a Lemon-lime slush with extra fruit from Sonic. 

So, Happy Birthday, Joe. I misd you and I love you, as much as one can love a pain-in-the ass little brother. 

I’ll have a Lemon-lime slush with extra fruit from Sonic. 

Tell mom I love her and miss her too!

Love you, Brad and Pam

This weekend, I’m in South Carolina with my dad and sister’s family for the marriage of my niece, Pam and Jeremy. 

It was a 19-hour drive from Texas, but it was worth it to be with my two favorite people in the world. 

My niece, Pam and nephew, Brad. I love them more than words can express. They have grown up to be caring and living people. They make me proud to be their Aunt. 


❤️

Slow Dance

Saw this and wanted to share it  

Make it a great day. 

Slow Dance 

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite a poem, please pass it on. 

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.

It was sent by a medical doctor Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?

 Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?

When you ask, “How are you?”

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,

with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child, 

We’ll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die 

Cause you never had time 

To call and say,’Hi’

You’d better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last..

When you run so fast to get somewhere,

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift….

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.

Dear All: 

PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know – even to those you don’t know!

It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world due to cancer.

This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will. 

She’ll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own.

By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this is sent to, the American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6.

 It’s not even your money, just your time! Please read n forward …

National Sinling Day

This is a picture from 1973 or 1974 of my older sister, Cynthia and younger brother, Joe. 


It just my sister and I now. Joe, passed away at 46 in August 2014. 

It will always be the three of us. 

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