On the 6th of October 2002, I attended
the memorial service for Joseph Cheryl had asked me to come early, to serve
as an explanatory link to On Saturday we gathered at Cheryl &
Joe's house, which I had not before Cheryl's mother, Beverly Johnson, had come
at the first notice of Joe's We swapped Joe stories through the day,
as people came through, and It is likely that this was a genetic time bomb, as his paternal grandmother had rapidly succumbed to liver cancer at a similar age. Joe's hard living probably only exacerbated the process and likely accelerated the subsequent collapse. We gathered again on Sunday to attend the
memorial service held at the Reverend Dan King presided over the ceremony in the crowded room. His first wedding service when he came to this congregation five years ago had been Joe's and Cheryl's, but despite appearing visibly moved to now have to preside over this event, his handling of the ceremony was eloquent and moving. The approach taken at this church is to celebrate life (as opposed to "fire and brimstone" as others indicated had been their experience in other such occasions), and it was both appropriate for Joe's beliefs and a wonderful celebration. The music suggested by Cheryl was played by a talented pianist and a expressive singer who head the band Joe and Cheryl enjoyed listening to in their local club and had befriended. They were joined by a flautist who was also an acquaintance. After the Reverend's opening words, several members of the university's faculty spoke. First Wayne Mixon, my host, recounted Joe's impact on the department. A psychologist, a language teacher, and another colleague spoke glowingly of Joe's teaching and intellectual, positive, and fun contributions to the department and university. It is clear that our boy Joe had finally
found both himself and, consequently, a home. All the potential
we had seen in him had come to fruition. There were familiar
elements in his organization of expeditions to great places,
penchant for fun, and boisterous stories and singing. After the Reverend spoke again, it was my turn. I joked about whether we were talking about the same person, but then followed up about how I saw elements of the man I'd known in their descriptions. I told a bit about how he'd struggled to define a role, and how Cheryl had helped him achieve the balance he had sought. I thanked them all for having created a place that could recognize the good that Joe had to offer. After I spoke, a former colleague (at who's house Joe & Cheryl had been married) shared her memories, followed by one of Joe's brothers. He read a moving poem from the perspective of his mother who had searched for Joe diligently from the time he had been taken from her. A student offered how much Joe's teaching had meant, and that had been repeatedly emphasized through the faculty testimonials as well. Joe had an incisive intellect, fierce loyalty,
strong principles, and an uncompromising attitude. This was combined
with a great joy in Rest in peace, amigo. --
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