Joey, as I sit here in tears, I feel the weight of the burden to carry on your passion. Your tank, what show cased your prizes, now houses mine. How do I try and fill the void you are leaving? You so kindly and wonderfully supported us in taking the big step. How do I honor your memory and continue what you have so vastly inspired? I promise to bleed into a bag as often as I can. I promise to take more pictures to savor the memories. I promise to enjoy the little things and appreciate the life I have. I promise to love and laugh. I promise to teach. I promise to keep and share the weird, the wonder and wet creatures of this planet. I promise to remember how an individual can touch so many lives. I will miss you, but I will keep you with me as you continue to help shape my life and this world.
