We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.
–Joyce Carol Oates
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My dear uncle Beau was most dear to me because he was most dear to my father. Brothers by heart, they brought out the best in one another. I learned about deep friendship by watching them. They had it all, a shared language, deep challenging talks, a love of fun and adventure, and….lots of giggling. Like two little girls they would get each other going, sometimes with “inside jokes”, laughing until they couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stand. The beau and Joe show, greatest show in town.