He was my first real true love. Parts of the relationship were magical, and parts were pure hell. We both had crazy home situations and did the best we could with what we knew, which wasn't much. We were together for 4 years, and things ended badly. I always wished him the best, and hoped that he would find peace and happiness in his life, as I had found in mine. I think he did, from what I read in his obituary today.


Goodbye Joe...