My dad was a humble man from humbled beginnings. Everything he had was earned by years and years of hard work and dedication. Other than a brief moment when I was a small child when my father worked on a farm, he drove as an over the road truck driver. The highways seen him more than we did, nonetheless he was dedicated to give his family the life he didn't have. Every weekend he was home he enjoyed time with us all. We had bonfires or road four-wheelers, shot guns, fished, or hunted. He was a simple man with simple pleasures. He was also a devoted grandpa to his two grandbabies who loved him very much. They called him papa joe. Although we cannot see him we should always remember who he was, the memories we shared, and the good times we've had. There was never a dull moment with him around and he always had a smile and laugh that was infections to everyone he came in contact with