How It All Started
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends.
I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
If this is what I live by then, what I ask do you think I would do for my most favorite person in the world, my beloved brother, Joe.
I was born Lisbeth Mary Garassino on March 2nd, 1982. 22 months later, my baby brother arrived. He was right on time on his due date, January 5th, 1984. I was jealous than I was in love. I had my own baby brother, my own best friend for life.
And Joe was always there.
Recently, I needed a new apartment. My roommate had fallen in love and was moving in with her significant other, Karen.
Joe moved me and my stuff in April 1st. He managed to fit everything in his car and took a picture with me and all the stuff pilled in. Right before, we, he really, had painstakingly sanded and painted the walls in my Brooklyn apartment. They were sticklers there and he was determined that I would get my security deposit back.
After we pilled the stuff in, Joe drove me to the LES where he moved all my stuff into the apartment. He insisted that I wait in the apartment as he could do it quicker and more efficiently than me. He was so strong and handsome. He strongly shook the new roomies hands, who were both hungover from the night before, took their business cards, and told James to call him if he had any trouble with me. He than blew up my air mattress, made my bed and took me out to lunch before we met my mom to go see Ghost on Broadway.
Joe was always there. If I ever got anxious about life or dying I wouldn’t worry, I would think I will always have Joe.
I will never really be by myself.
Kiss and hug a lot.