I only knew Joe since 2014 but feel those may have been 7 of his best years to know him. Truly he seemed content and comfortable in his life – both at home and at work. It was a pleasure to work with him, but also be his friend. We talked daily – directly or – as is so common now – through group texts and such. Never a dull moment, and even hearing from him on Saturday was comforting. I will hold that in my heart. I vividly remember meeting Joe; it was June 2014 when I was asked to help turn around a project with challenges in Canada, one that Joe was working on (and no, it wasn’t his fault…this time). I landed to find an amazing group of unique personalities, many of which were running around frantically responding to an abusive client making unreasonable demands. Then there was Joe. He was a mountain of a man – in presence both physically and intellectually. I didn’t dare poke the bear immediately as I wasn’t sure what would happen and, frankly, was a bit scared. But I had the gift of time to observe and listen. Over time, it became clear that this was a man of stature; one that not only had the utmost respect of the client but also commanded respect for others based on his endorsement. His commitments were solid; his word was gold. His dedication was unquestionable; he was the first person in every morning and the last to leave (except when the flight schedule to Houston dictated otherwise). He had a stamina I could only aspire to, which was all the more amazing given the copious amount of scotch and nicotine consumption. He also built camaraderie with others outside of work, often holding court in the bar that served as our evening office over the next 3 years. He outlasted everyone and eventually was the manager to close out the project successfully. Admirable. While we continued to work together to this day, the days on that project in Canada were the most memorable and I miss them. Regardless, he continued to make an impression on others with his expertise, tenacity and good nature. I have received countless expressions of gratitude and loss from clients, co-workers and suppliers alike. Most notable? Every single time, Joe’s participation was welcome and sought out – both for his skills as well as his personality. But work was only part of the relationship that built into a friendship. There are many different times that were memorable, but the one that really stuck with me was a time where we were working a proposal in Dallas and took a break to go to lunch. He offered to drive over as I had taken a taxi to the office. He pulled up in – what I think was – a Ford F850 or something like that; one doesn’t sit down into Joe’s car – you climb up. He had driven from Houston, mentioning that it was quicker than flying since speed limits are only a suggestion in Texas. As we drove, his CD started playing, and I noticed right away that it was different – it definitely was country or western, not sure which. The musicians themselves were quite talented and I remarked that this wasn’t the slick country you hear all over. He told me it was Hank Williams Sr and that was the only real country music – not all that pop “stuff” today (and he didn’t say “stuff”). We continued to listen and just appreciate the musicianship; it was great to know we had some common viewpoints outside of work. For, as a lot of people know, we didn’t necessarily share the same political views. He was a staunch believer in Whataburger, and I’m an In-n-Out guy. But over time, we talked a lot, and openly about such things. What was remarkable was that – despite our choice in restaurants – he would have earnest heartfelt conversation about our beliefs and – through that debate – would often find that they were related to the same core values including self-reliance and service to the country – something of a common bond with our children. Through Joe, I have hope that we all can be civilized and make the future better; though I don’t think he’d ever admit that the Double-Double is a better burger. Finally, it may seem a bit cliché to say that there is some regret for things that weren’t done and that it is a reminder to seize the day. But this is true here as well. We had often talked about having a gathering at Joe’s “country estate”. Believe me, the idea of this city boy going out and dodging copperheads and all the other demon spawn there was daunting. But the draw was alluring. You could tell when Joe was there versus the city. He was relaxed, even happier, and his laugh had a deeper tone that belied his contentment. He reinforced this with the pictures he shared of his animals and others that enjoyed the property. It was his joy. Joe; I will miss your laugh, your candor, your talent and the loving way you kept telling me to “bless my heart”. But clearly it is time for your back – which provided for many – to rest. It is time for your broad shoulders – which lifted countless people up so they could rise higher – to relax. And it is time for your soul – which was so kind and gentle – to rejoice. So smile and breathe in the fresh air and sunshine of eternal glory. Well done, good and faithful servant.