Joey died within just a couple of weeks after my mom and I finally got to return home after 7-months of being in hospitals and rehab facilities as my mom recovered from her massive stroke in 2008. He consistently kept in touch with us during my mom's fight for her life - he stopped by our home and left notes for me, called my sister, and showed up at every facility. He'd sit at my mom's bedside and share stories with us about his family and friends - and about how he loved and embraced HIS role as a caregiver for his mother-in-law. He was such a rare, kind, and selfless individual. He was forever upbeat, funny, and overflowing with optimism; and he still always had that twinkle in his eyes, that sparkle, that I remember seeing in him even when I was just a little girl. I've never met anyone like him in my life. He was so dependable and sincere and selfless and always did the one thing that truly matters in this brief, beautiful life - he showed up. And THAT is everything. Being physically present - taking the time out of one's busy life and own responsibilities to SHOW UP and be 100% in the moment - speaks volumes about a person's love for others and exceptional character traits. He showed up. I will forever be grateful for the genuine love and respect and time Joey showed toward my mom.
