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.)

 

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Song of the Day

​Here is a classic from 1979.


Makin’ It” is a 1979 pop song performed by David Naughton.

Oh, how I thought David Naughton was so cute. i think I had the 35 of this song.

I need to add this song to my Quick List Playlist. These are the songs I want to play without looking for them.

Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)

There are certain songs that I seems to remember the words to and this is one of them.

“Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)” (1972) by Looking Glass.

I was one;y six years old when this song came out, so I must of heard it the radio while I was growing up. I just always remember listening to the song. But until this post, I have never seen the video of this song. Man, the 70’s were definitely a fashion statement in spades.

Now, every time it comes on, I have to sing along with it. These are the songs that make me smile and remember the times of when I was young and carefree!

Just in case you want to sing along to the song.

Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) by Looking Glass

(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda)

There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say “Brandy, fetch another round”
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home
The sailor said ” Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say ” Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
“Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
[FADE]
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”

I Smell Cake

MAN!! I was just checking the news feed and I saw this… 2017 is taking away the stars from my youth.

‘Happy Days’ Star Erin Moran Dies at 56.

I remember watching her on “Happy Days” and them later on “Joanie Loves Chachi”. Oh how I wanted to be Joanie on that show.

R.I.P. Erin Moran and thank you for making my youth fun.

I Smell Cake*

Well, one of my TV crushed past away today.

Richard Hatch, star of the original “Battlestar Galactica” and the Syfy remake, died on Tuesday after a battle with pancreatic cancer, his manger confirmed to Variety. He was 71.


I really couldn’t tell you about any of the episodes that watched as a kid, but oh how I loved Apollo and Richard Hatch. 

R.I.P. Richard Hatch and thank you for being one of my TV crushes. 

Side Note:

* My brother, Joe and I would always say this to each other after someone famous died.
“I smell cake! If Uncle Bernie died, someone’s gonna have to go on a beer run!”— Dan Dorian

“My Cake” is the sixth episode of Scrubs’ fourth season. J.D.’s father dies and he and his brother Dan have to cope with it.

I Smell Cake*

Well, today was a sad day for an icon from youth. 

Mary Tyler Moore, whose witty and graceful performances on two top-rated television shows in the 1960s and ’70s helped define a new vision of American womanhood, died on Wednesday in Greenwich, Conn. She was 80.

I was a fan of her show “The Mary Tyler Moore Show.” 


I watched the reruns of “The Dick Van Dyke,” but know her better from her own show. 


So sad that our stars from are youth are passing away. 

At least we will always have her TV shows and movies to watch. 

And here is one of my Top 10 TV Theme songs…


R.I.P. Mary Tyler Moore. 

You did turn the world on with your smile. 

Concert To Go To: KISS

Image result for kiss band

 

I was watching “The Voice” and KISS was performing with finalist Sundance Head and I realized that I would love to see KISS in concert.

How fun would that be? I wouldn’t say that I am a huge KISS fan, but they look like they give an amazing show.

Maybe, I need to put this on my 50 Things To Do Bucket List for 2017.

 

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