The world seems a little colder, since my good friend Joe passed, three years ago. In remembrance of you, my friend.
My heart hurts today. Good friend, best man at my wedding, “Uncle Joe” Cikan, passed away last evening after a long illness. I will be gone for a few days to attend the funeral.
We met in late 1970, at Sheppard AFB, Med Services tech school. From there, to Rhein-Main AB, Germany, where we were barracks roommates.
Both of us were Illinois born and raised–a long way from home. I understood Joe’s absurd, wacky sense of humor. There was nothing I enjoyed more than playing off his amusing anecdotes.
Joe had a lot of nervous energy–couldn’t sit still. I can still hear him walking in stocking feet–heels pounding the floor.
That pent-up energy made Joe a wonderful house guest. As hosts, we were delighted, to find the place tidied, and the laundry done up.
I saw a little of both parents in Joe: a coarse, gruff sense of humor, from dad, Stan; kindness…
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