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Memories of Joe

Joe, you gave me the greatest gift you ever could ... you gave me yourself. I'll always miss your big hugs and bright smile. Thank you for just being you.
- Your uncle Jim
Hey Joe, thanks for making Tom and I feel like our old-man advice mattered. I've never seen a kid who could have himself put together so well, yet never stop smiling and listening as we so matter-of-factly told you how we saw the world. The truth is, you had it all figured out way more than we ever did, and we knew it and loved you for it. I'll take your memories and life with me always.
- Ryan Weaver
Joey, I have a kaleidscope of wonderful memories of you! One which is very vivid pertains to your first birthday. It was spent at the house on Lucy Road. A very hot and humid time as only Mi. can be. You, Sara and Tom were with me as your parents were very busy moving the family belongings to 6316 Lodi Meadow Drive where you grew up. You were sitting in the Danish high chair prepared to dig into your cake oblivious of the heat. Grinning from ear to ear, eyes dancing and ready for action. Your Mom stopped by and your joy was complete.

Now I must share one more great memory. Your radar picked up on me when I drove up the drive to visit. Before I got my coat off you were coming down the stairs calling out " I have the Legos" No question in your mind that I was going to build with you. This joy and certainty is etched on my heart forever. I will always love you and miss you.
- Grandma Barton
When Joey was about 10 years old he was bright beyond his years, was relentlessly inquisitive and had unbounded energy. He ran around on feet already bigger than mine and was always flashing his big, toothy grin. I called him PITA (pronounced: pee-ta; just like the bread), it stood for "pain in the ass". I think he took it as a compliment and a challenge. One time in particular I told him to settle down or I would put him in the trunk of my car, which I ended up doing for about a minute. I let him out and he was sputtering /blubbering mad saying he hated me and would never talk to me again. This was not what I had intended. But much to my relief ten minutes later Joey had forgiven me and we were pals again. Of course PITA quickly disappeared as Joey grew into all that Joe was. All of us who knew Joe have suffered a great personal loss, but even those people who never knew him suffered a loss as well for the world is a lesser place without him. I will never forget him and will miss him always.
- Uncle David
When I was at the service for Joe I was talking to his friends and they all kept telling me how motivated a person Joe was and that he wasn't a quitter. Everyone also said that Joe could EAT. That makes me think of my favorite memory of Joe. We were having Thanksgiving dinner at your home one time and Joe was eating and eating and eating. I believe that shortly after he filled his plate again (for maybe the forth time) he decided that he was full and couldn't eat anymore. He was then informed (in true Barton fashion) that we don't waste food and if it was on his plate he needed to finish it. So Joe did, he cleaned his plate and then preceded to vomit his dinner back onto his plate. I vividly remember Joe looking up with a worried look on his face and he asked "do I have to eat that?" I then remember my father speaking up saying "no you don't Joe you already ate it once"
- Cousin Michael
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