A very good man, who lifted your day with an infectious laugh, and unforgettable smile. Joe, you are missed dear friend. Your quality and genuine friendship and caring heart, blessed so many.

You’re missed Joe… tacos at Sires next week?

A Tale of Two Brothers

I grew up in a small Midwestern town with just over a thousand human inhabitants. The size is about the same today. Some things just never change. My brother Joe and I were as inseparable as a barefoot boy and a watermelon at a mid-July picnic. Some things are bound to change. But for a good while, at least, we shared a bed, a room, and the great outdoors. We shared the guileless and unfettered dreams of two young sprigs with the pluck to take on the world, or at least the few blocks beyond our neighborhood. Most importantly, we shared time; lots and lots of time. Joe was held back from kindergarten for a year, so we even got to go to school together.
Joe and I were wedged in the middle of twelve kids. By the time we reached our formative years, our parents had, to a large degree, worn down. The ideological seeds that the youthful couple had planted in their oldest offspring had failed to yield the desired blossoms. Putting time and effort into a rose garden only to settle for begonias can make the prospect of attempting to plant roses again seem exhausting. Joe and I were left to earn our opportunities the old-fashioned way, through struggles and perseverance.
From the fourth grade forward, Joe and I had to work for all of our wants and many of our needs. We never gave it any thought. We were a team. We made the most of what we could put together for ourselves. Even our play required teamwork and mutual effort. Our older brothers were in constant competition with each other. Not Joe and me. We had my mother’s temperament. My older brothers borrowed one of my father's.
As much as Joe was my friend, buffer, and coconspirator, he was my leader. He was only a year my senior, but he carried the self-assured mettle of one much older. He was the family athlete, the warrior. I was a zealous understudy to Joe’s courage and instincts, the Tonto to his Lone Ranger. 
Joe always looked out for me.  I love you Joe so very much!

A Tale of Two Brothers

I grew up in a small Midwestern town with just over a thousand human inhabitants. The size is about the same today. Some things just never change. My brother Joe and I were as inseparable as a barefoot boy and a watermelon at a mid-July picnic. Some things are bound for change. But for a good while, at least, we shared a bed, a room and the great outdoors. We shared the guileless and unfettered dreams of two young sprigs with the pluck to take on the world, or at least the few blocks beyond our neighborhood. Most importantly, we shared time together; lots and lots of time. Joe was held back from Kindergarten a year, so we even got to go to school together.
Joe and I were wedged in the middle of twelve kids. By the time we reached our formative years, our parents had, to a large degree, worn down. The ideological seeds that the youthful couple had planted in their oldest offspring had failed to yield the desired blossoms. Putting time and effort into a rose garden only to settle for begonias can make the prospect of attempting to plant roses again seem exhausting. Joe and I were left to earn our opportunities the old fashioned way, through struggles and perseverance.
From the fourth grade forward, Joe and I had to work for all of our wants and many of our needs. We never gave it any thought. We were a team. We made the most of what we could put together for ourselves. Even our play required teamwork and mutual effort. Our older brothers were in constant competition with each other. Not Joe and I. We had my mother’s temperament. My older brothers borrowed on that of my father.
As much as Joe was my friend, buffer and coconspirator, he was my leader. He was only a year my senior, but he carried the self-assured mettle of one much older. He was the family athlete; the warrior. I was a zealous understudy to Joe’s courage and instincts; the Tonto to his Lone Ranger. 
Joe always looked out for me. He was the advanced scout when our adventuring looke

What an incredible Riverside icon, Joe! The man knew more people than Santa clause in our local city, was able to gather friends from his customers and share stories like a top reporter. He always had an opinion on most things and brave enough to share them. His laugh and sense of humor could light up even the worst of days. What a joy to have Monica, the kids and his siblings share this incredible winner, with Riverside. Thank you St. George family! 

Dear Will, Your tribute to Joe was heartfelt. It's been a long time since we've seen each other but know the memories of our childhood days in Manawa are alive in my mind. I know the pain of losing a sibling so I can truthfully say I know your pain. Hang in there. I know your faith is strong.  Rely on family to get you thru the days ahead. With love and fond memories of Joe and you and our childhood days.

So sorry to hear about your loss . My heart goes out to all of during this time .  I shall keep each one of you in my prayers .  
Love & Prayers ,
Bertha Gonzales Babcock 

Dear Lisa and Family, 
My sincere condolences to you. Losing a sibling is heartbreaking. It leaves a hole in one’s heart and many questions as to why now.  Losing my younger sister suddenly at a young age was unbearable. I hope your heartache is eased by the precious memories you shared together. 
Trust in God to help you heal. 
Lindsey Young

Brother Joe
You will be missed dearly, your house is on the other side, where you’re healthy and whole !
Miss your smile and laughter 💕  patty

                                   A Tale of Two Brothers
                             Brother Joe’s Death Isn't Easy

	Death isn't easy when it's one of your own. It's that step life takes in which you are not alone. Death separated Joe, the one I loved and took him back to the one from up above. We're seldom prepared and times unaware but when it happens our fate meeting destiny can give us a gloomy despair.
	Death is a master thief, a thief without preference. It can happen anytime whether we are ready or not, death calls no one friend. The pain of what no longer remains is still the same, a void, never filled just tearstain.
	I thought his death as a surprise of the demise or maybe the despair I couldn't repair but it's nothing as personal as that, but simply fate with a due date. No sooner we are born we are doom to die. We can embrace it, deny it and maybe race to meet it but you cannot defeat it. The pain of not understanding why so sudden and so soon will be answered in the future I assume. But still the same; it still can drive you a bit insane, wrapping your head of life from womb to tomb.
	Well, if I had it my way, I would wish to have death to spare my brother to some other and save me the heartache of not knowing that dark day. In time, they say you come to know and accept but for now I’m on my knees asking my Lord to hear my pleas. 
	Now I hang my head with a heart that is heavy and ask God to stand by me and make me ready. Life isn’t as steady as I once thought and now my hero is in a place where we were told every Lenten season, “Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, no sooner we are born we are doom to Die.” Now I concluded, Life isn't easy or fair but love and hope always cares. I Have loved you all my life my beloved brother Joe, I’ll see you on the other side, God willing not too soon but I’ll see you in so many blue moons. May you rest in roses in the bosom of Abraham.

                                                     Your brother Bill 


Dear, Monica, Deborah, Ricky & Grandchildren
So many great memories of Joe over the years, One of our best and saddest Memories was when Clif when to The rental yard shortly after losing John. Joe gave Clif a huge bear hug and these two men just stood there and cried. As I sat in the car it was so touching to finally see my husband let go. Thank you Joe for helping Clif release that pain💔I want you all to know over the years it was nice to see That BEAUTIFUL SMILE & WAVE EVERY TIME HE SAW US. I NEVER THOUGHT AS I SAT HERE THAT NIGHT WHEN THE PARAMEDICS CAME THAT JOE WOULD NOT BE COMING HOME. I AM TRULY SORRY. CLIF, MYSELF AND OUR FAMILY WILL MISS JOE AS OUR FRIEND AND LIFE LONG NEIGHBOR. WE ARE SENDING OUR LOVE AND MANY HUGS TO ALL OF YOU. MAY OUR PRAYERS REACH YOUR HEARTS AND GIVE YOU COMFORT. GOD BLESS YOU ALL. LOVE, CLIF, KATHY WOOD & FAMILY

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Joseph Daniel St. George

3 août 1953 – 11 janvier 2021

Pierce Brothers Crestlawn Memorial Park and Mortuary

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