Shortly after Joey died, Richard, Caroline, and I decided to go to Cuba. As some of you might remember, that is where Joey and I went for our honeymoon. I figured it would be best to time it for his birthday, as obviously, it was going to be a rough day. We had the best frickin’ party possible, short of him being present, which, I think he was. We went on a boat ride, snorkeling, Richard and Caroline swam with dolphins, and we went to what Joey and I thought might be the most beautiful beach in the world (though we were likely a touch biased because we were so damn happy when we were there). Here’s the pictorial rendition.
A drink for me and a drink for Joey:
Richard and I performing a little ceremony for him:
Caroline, Richard, and I doing Joey’s model face. Blue steel!
Joey’s birthday card. This was much tougher than it looks; the ocean kept washing it away. Hence the enthusiasm when we finally got it:
Leaving Cayo Blanco:
Dancing on the boat:
And they even let Richard drive for a bit. Note the expression of concern on the captain’s face vs. Richard’s confidence. It didn’t seem to take long for the captain to realize his mistake:
Happy birthday baby. We miss you.