On May 1, my Jojo died. We were with him, waiting for his last breath, and it came. We cried.

My twin uncles at my wedding. The one on the right is my older uncle - the one who died.

At the wedding again - dancing with his younger daughter, Emily:

And then again with his wife, his high school sweetheart:

Accompanying my mom as she addressed me and the rest of the people at the wedding:

At my cousin’s wedding (his daughter):

I found a bunch of pictures from when he was younger that I have to scan in. Later.

I have much more to write at a later time. Things just seem impossibly void now that he isn’t here.