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One of my favorite memories of my nephew Joe was when he met my daughter for the first time. He was about 2 1/2 years old and when I told him her name was Heather, he thought for a moment and then said to me, "Heather, feather, Fluff", and that is how he referred to her throughout life. No matter how long a time they went between seeing each other, that first hug from him came with a "Fluff" for her.
That was and is Joe, once he met you, you were a friend. He is gone too soon, but I carry with me his spirit of being a friend to all I meet. Thank you Joe for that life lesson. You are loved and missed every day.