Memorial website in the memory of your loved one
We love you and miss you so much Joe, our beautiful son and brother. FOREVER YOUNG!!!!

TO ALL THOSE WHO LIGHT A CANDLE FOR JOSEPH WE THANK YOU. IT MEANS SO VERY MUCH TO US THAT OUR JOE IS REMEMBERED AND LOVED. TO EACH OF YOU, "GOD BLESS YOU" YOU HAVE TOUCHED OUR HEARTS, DEEPLY.

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This web site was created in memory of Joseph by his mother and sister. Joe was born March 18, 1982 and left us on May 9, 2005 at the age of 23.


LORD, HELP ME NOT TO JUDGE ANOTHER HURTING SOUL UNTIL I HAVE WALKED FOR TWO WEEKS ON THE RAGING WATERS WHICH THEY WALK-Louis Wrick


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How can anyone other than us who have suffered and continue to suffer the pain of losing our beloved child ever understand what we go through on a day to day basis. For the rest of our lives there will always remain this gaping vacancy. How can anyone other than we who have buried our beloved child know what it is to be HAUNTED by memories and assaulted by thoughts of our child in death. We must be "super" human to survive this and actually live
Linda Dionisio

MY SON JOSEPH
Nothing can ever separate you from My love.
Not death or life, or angels or demons,
not fears or worries
or even the powers of hell itself.
Nothing can keep My love away from you.
You are My beloved, My child.
Nothing in all of creation
will ever be able to separate you
from My love.

Romans 8:38-39

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Joseph you are our beautiful angel

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When people die from heart attacks, strokes, cancer, AIDS, and accidents, they die against their will. The same is true of suicide, except that in the case of suicide the breakdown is emotional rather than physical - an emotional stroke, an emotional cancer, a breakdown of the emotional immune-system, an emotional fatality.
Fr. Ron Rolheiser

NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION LIFELINE 1-800-273-8255

National Lifeline: 1.800.273.TALK (1.800.273.8255)N
National Hopeline: 1.800.SUICIDE (1.800.784.2433)

If you are having suicidal thoughts, we encourage you to take action now,
before they get worse, before they get out of control.

We want you to get help. We want you to live.

TALK WITH SOMEONE

If someone is at home with you, please tell that person how you feel right
now, and ask him/her to help you find professional help. (Or call a
dependable
friend or family member.)

CONTACT A PROFESSIONAL

Or if you have a counselor or medical doctor, please call him/her right now
and tell a professional that you are having suicidal thoughts.

CALL a HOTLINE

If you don't have a close family member, friend or counselor nearby to help
you, please call one of the numbers below and tell the person answering how
you feel.

National Lifeline: 1.800.273.TALK (1.800.273.8255)N
National Hopeline: 1.800.SUICIDE (1.800.784.2433)
Your local emergency help: 911

There is help if you reach out. Please choose to live.

THE FACES OF SUICIDE 
http://www.Pos-ffos.com (ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE PAGE IS THE LINK ENTITLED FACES OF SUICIDE. PLEASE SAY A PRAYER FOR ALL THOSE INNOCENT, BEAUTIFUL SOULS WHO NOW DWELL IN PARADISE. OUR ANGEL, JOSEPH, IS ON THE FIRST PAGE).

HOLIDAY "TREE" MEMORIAL (JOSEPH IS ON THE FIRST PAGE TOWARDS THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE)
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JOSEPH & I SO SEE THE LEAVES FALL TO THE GROUND, AND SEE THEM LYIN’ ALL AROUND,
COS STILL I CAN’T SEE YOU,
AND THERE’S THE WIND THAT PLAYS IN THE AIR, FLYING AROUND, HOW IT DOES NOT CARE
STILL I CAN’T SEE YOU
AND THE SEASONS PASS AWAY AND I STILL SIT HERE LONELY, EACH AND EVERY DAY, WONDERIN’ WHAT’S GONE WRONG. ‘COS I DON’T REMEMBER SEASONS LASTIN’ OH SO LONG OH SO LONG
 AND I STILL CAN’T SEE YOU
 AND I STILL CAN’T SEE YOU
 AND I STILL CAN’T SEE YOU
JOSEPH AND I JOSEPH AND I
 I’M DREAMIN’ EV’RY NIGHT I’M SEARCHIN’ EVERY DAY I HAD HIM IN MY SIGHTS AND LET HIM SLIP AWAY
 AND THERE’S THE STARS WAY IN THE SKY LEADING MY WAY AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE OR WHY
STILL I CAN’T SEE YOU
 AND WHEN MY BACK’S AGAINST THE WALL I SEE A REASON FOR IT ALL BUT STILL I CAN’T SEE YOU
 I’M DREAMIN’ EV’RY NIGHT I’M SEARCHIN’ EVERY DAY I HAD HIM IN MY SIGHTS AND LET HIM SLIP AWAY
AND I STILL CAN’T SEE YOU
 AND I STILL CAN’T SEE YOU
AND I STILL CAN’T SEE YOU

 By Celtic Thunder Ltd
(I took the liberty to change the name in the song to
JOSEPH)


If you wait for me

Then I'll come for you
although I've traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart

If you think of me
If you miss me once in awhile
then I'll return to you
then I'll return to you and fill that space in your heart

Remembering
your smile, your hug
your kiss on my cheek
your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
if you'll be waiting for me

If you dream of me
like I dream of you
in a place that's warm and dark
in a place where I can feel the beating of your heart

Remembering
your smile, your hug
your kiss on my cheek
your warm embrace

I'll find my way back to you
if you will be waiting too
I long for you
and I have desired to see your face, your smile
to be with you wherever you are

Remembering
your smile, your hug
your kiss on my cheek
your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
please say you'll be waiting

together again
it would feel so good to feel your hug, your warm embrace
to see your smile, to feel your hug, where all my journeys end

if you could make a promise
if it's one that you can keep
I'm bound to come for you
if you will wait for me
and say you'll hold a place for me, in your heart

a place for me in your heart
a place for me in your heart
a place for me in your heart

(by Tracy Chapman)
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We miss you so much dear Joseph, every day, every moment. We wish so much that you were here with us, healthy, and happy. We long to see that beautiful smile of yours, and hear your laughter. We will always feel the space you have left in our lives.
(Mom and Linney)


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Our son and brother died fighting on his own battlefield.  He faced his enemy every day of his life. He was fighting his own war aganist a powerful adversary...mental illness. It was very real and very harsh.

He showed great strength and courage and we admire him and are very proud of our son and brother, Joseph.

On a bright and sunny day in March the day of the 18th, 1982 Joseph was born into this world and a bright, sunny day in May of the day the 9th 2005 Joseph left this world.

We remember Joseph with pride and honor. He was a very bright and beautiful human being who fought every day of his life this unseen enemy that would creep up upon him. It was never easy for him, day in and day out and he suffered at times, greatly. We admire his courage and we miss his beautiful smile and warm hug.


We see his smile in everything that is beautiful, we feel the warmth of his hug in all that is comforting. Joseph believed in a loving God and never lost that faith even as he questioned why God would allow him to suffer so greatly. He is now home with God and has found what he could not find with us here on earth, happiness, health, and joy.

Joseph was a valient soldier on his own battle front and he died a hero in our hearts.

We ask that you do this is Joseph's memory......

We ask that you take one moment to say a little prayer for him and to honor him by being kind, and understanding to anyone you meet who is suffering. One kind word from you may make a very big difference to that person, one smile from you might lighten their load. We ask that you treat others with understanding.

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The Suicide Battlefield By Rev. West Stephens

"Our friend died at his own battlefield. He was killed in action fighting a civil war. He fought against adversities that were as real to him as his casket is real to us.


They were powerful adversaries.
They took toll of his energies and endurance.
They exhausted the last vestiges of his courage and his strength.
At last these adversaries overwhelmed him.
And it appeared that he had lost the war.
But did he?

I see a host of victories that he has won!

"For one thing - he has won our admiration -
because even if he lost the war, we give him credit for his bravery on the battlefield.

And we give him credit for the courage
and pride and hope that he used as his weapons as long as he could.

We shall remember not his death,
but his daily victories gained through his kindness and thoughtfulness,
through his love for his family and friends...
for all things beautiful, lovely and honorable.

We shall remember not his last day of defeat,
but we shall remember the many days
that he was victorious over overwhelming odds.

We shall remember not the years we thought he had left,
but the intensity with which he lived the years that he had.

Only God knows what this child of His suffered
in the silent skirmishes that took place in his soul.
But our consolation is that God does know, and understands."


The first shall be last, and the last shall be first.
Love your brother as I have loved you


Book of Wisdom 3:19-5:4
The just man, though he die early, shall be at rest
For the age that is honorable comes not with the passing of time,
nor can it be measured in terms of years
Rather, understanding is the crown for all men.

“Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you (Matthew 7:12)


AN OPEN LETTER TO THE NON BEREAVED

When my son was a baby, a toddler, a young boy, a teenager and a young man, I watched over him. I thought I would watch over Joseph for my entire life. I was wrong. I hope with all of my heart that Joseph is watching over myself and his sister, Linnie!

I am a bereaved parent. My child has died. My world, the only world that I knew has been "turned inside out and upside down" and I have been thrown into a world of pain, grief and sorrow. More pain than I could have ever imagined could exist.
The "absolute" "worst" has happended to me and my family. Our child, brother, grandson, nephew has died. Close your eyes for a minute and just try to imagine your world as you know and love it being totally and forever changed in one split second. Imagine that one of your beloved children that you kissed goodnight last night, talked to, cooked dinner for, shared a laugh with, drove home, hugged and said I love you to is now dead. Will never say "Hi Mom" ever again. You will never hear "I love you mom" from that child, not today, not tomorrow, not next week, nor next month or even next year. You will never, ever hear your child's voice again! You will never ever feel your childs touch. Try to imagine getting "that" phone call or knock on the door. You might be at work doing what you do each and every day, you might be just about to sit down to breakfast, or lunch or dinner, you might have just sat down in that comfortable easy chair and just tuned into your favorite program. You hear the ringing of the phone, or the sound of that knock on your door. It's the police telling you, your child is DEAD.
It did happen to me and my daughter. The world I knew, the life I led the son that I loved...gone, gone in what seemed like a second. I am no longer the me I used to be. You might call me on the phone, or say hi to me in passing, or you might ask me the question that I've grown to hate "How are you"...who your talking to is no longer the person you once knew. I have been and am faced with trying to go on without my son, my only son in my life. Where do I turn? Who do I turn to?
This pain is unberable. I have felt this pain deep into the pit of my soul and it has knocked me to my knees in crying agony. I've burried my child! I am consumed with this pain each and every day since my Joseph has left us. May 9th, 2005. Each day, each night. Sleep has become my enemy. I can't sleep and haven't slept well since my son died. I lay awake with memories of Joseph flooding my mind. I don't want them, it is so filled with pain to remember. I can see that smile of his, I can hear, almost hear his laughter. I remember his pain and tears. These memories come haunt me. I function at home, I function at work. I function! You may even hear me laugh or see my smile. I know how to put my mask on and I don't take it off until I'm alone. You ask me "how are you" I answer automatically "fine"...I'm a pretender, a faker. I'm not fine nor will I ever be again. What I really want to say is "how do you think I am, I burried my son at age 23 he is now in the Gate of Heaven Cemetary, how do you think I am? But I don't say that, I say "fine and you". I am NOT OKAY, and I am NOT FINE. I have limited energy, I'm always tired. Missing your child all the time is extremely hard. There are no words, I believe to really tell you how I feel short of writing this piece on my son's site. I struggel to find the words to describe what this horror and horrendous pain and longing for my child is about.
My pain and that of my daughters is unberable and constant. I have been and am consumed with the loss of Joseph each and every day from the day I was first told that my son was DEAD! I am on this grief journey for just about 3 years. It is a long, twisting, winding road. The one constant is that I long for Joseph. I long to hear him say "Hi mom", I long to hear  his laugh and I'm terribly afraid that I'm forgetting the sound of his voice. I come here to his site every day just to see his smile, his wonderful smile.
I am telling you this because I want you to know that you don't have to be afraid of me. You don't have to find the right words to say to me. You don't have to be AFRAID to mention my son to me. You won't make me think of him, you won't make me cry. I am always thinking of him. You can't upset me, ever. By talking to me about Joseph  you make me happy. By remembering to me the funny things he did or said, you bring such joy to me. I love him, he was and is my son. I will always be his mom. You can't hurt me by talking about him or calling me on his birthday. It makes us so happy to know that other's think of him and miss him too.

I have to live this pain, longing and grief each day for the rest of my life. I have to go through it to hope that someday I will come out on the other side of sorrow. I want you to know that I am very proud of my son. He was a beautiful, innocent person. He was loving, and "real". Joseph gave me many gifts and still continues to make me grow spiritually and emotionally. I miss my son with all of my heart.

Thank you,    Linda Dionisio mom to Joseph John Dionisio Jr.


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      WHAT IS NORMAL AFTER OUR LOSS: 
        Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family's life. Normal for us is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays, Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, July 4th and Easter. Normal is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or birthday party, yet feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers and see the casket.
        Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything.
        Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly. Normal is staring at every boy who looks like he is Joseph’s age. And then wishing it was Joseph talking and laughing with us.
        Normal is every happy event in our lives always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in our hearts. Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become a part of my "normal".
        Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your children's memory and his birthday and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon that fits the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.
        Normal is our hearts warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special Joseph loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it. Normal is having some people afraid to mention Joseph. Normal is making sure that others remember him. Normal is after the funeral everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.
        Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse, not better. Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. NOTHING. Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare. Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.
        Normal is realizing we do cry everyday. Normal is disliking jokes about death or funerals and bodies when you know they were once someone's loved one. Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone.
        Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child. Normal is feeling a common bond with friends on the computer in England, Australia, Canada, the Netherlands and all over the USA but yet never having met any of them face to face.
         Normal is not listening to people make excuses for God. "God may have done this because.." we love God, we know that Joseph is in heaven, but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why a 23 year old was taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to us. Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours and asking if there even is a God.
        Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did laundry or if there is any food. Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have two children or one child, because it hurts to explain that Joseph is in heaven. And yet when you say you have one child to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed your son.
        Normal is knowing we will never get over this loss, in a day, a month or a million years. And last of all... Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal".
(Adapted from Tara and Heath Carey)
Tributes and Condolences
Christmas 2015   / Mom
You should be here opening presents, laughing and hugging your nieces. Joe they are beautiful and so much fun, I wish you could be here to know them and for the girls to know you. How many times can I say I miss you how many tears can I cry? For me a...  Continue >>
We should be singing happy birthday & eating cake   / Linney (sister)
We would have had such a good time. Cailynn loves birthday parties, and would have loved to sing you happy birthday. You never had a chance to meet her in person. You didn't have a chance to do a lot of things. There's so much I would like to tal...  Continue >>
I too have lost my beloved baby boy   / Janel Schulz (didnt know him )
The tribute you have made here for your son is beautiful. What a special person he was. My heart goes out to your family. We also lost our son to suicide at the age of 25. That was two years ago. The worst day of our life. We feel as you do that we ...  Continue >>
Always love you   / Mom
Today 31 years ago I was awaiting your birth, your heart was beating along with mine, right there underneath my heart. I loved you the moment I knew I was going to have you. I walked out of the doctors office so happy, so excited and that happiness n...  Continue >>
To one of my first friends   / Marco Errichiello (Friend)
Hey joe sorry I didn't post this sooner as I just came across this wonderful site that your family put together in your memory.. You were one of the first friends I made outside of family it seems like yesterday as kids in st Theresa you were always ...  Continue >>
Happy Birthday  / Linney (Sister)    Read >>
you are in my heart  / mom     Read >>
missing you on christmas  / Linney (sister)    Read >>
miss you  / Linney (sister)    Read >>
Rest in Peace  / Jen     Read >>
thanks / First Last     Read >>
Joe / Mom     Read >>
your birthday in heaven  / Mom     Read >>
I love u  / Mom     Read >>
Valentines Day to my sweet Joseph  / MOM     Read >>
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His legacy
A part of Joseph's legacy  
Two broken hearted people....his mom and his sister. 
Not a day has gone by since Joesph's death that we do not greive for him. I can recall every moment of that day May 9, 2005. I can see how bright the sun was, I remember how the air felt I remember how with the promise of summer in the air my son died. I remember every word of that phone call. I can still hear the voice on the other end informing me that my son was dead. I can still feel the horror and disbelief. On May 9, 2005 I left my house to go to work, I was the mother of two, when I returned one of my preicous children was gone and I was left to comfort the other. Linda Kristen whom Joseph nick named Linnie had such a special bond with her brother. She had a very deep understanding of him and love for him. Joseph was just 3 years old when Linnie was born and  he welcomed her from the start. They were buddies, playmates, pals. Yes they had their brother sister aruguments growing up but they shared a bond. 
Joseph is deeply loved for who he was. He was a beautiful boy with a wonderful heart who developed an illness that he himself tried to understand and fight. He did not like who be was at times and through no fault of his own suffered, greatly. And still he tried to overcome it all. He might not have believed in conventional methods but still what ever he did was because he truly believed it would "help" him to recover.
He is so very missed.....he is so very loved.....
Two broken hearted people are left behind...
He will never see his beautiful sister graduate college, get a job, her own place, marry, have children....She will have to show her children pictures of their "Uncle Joe" and I will tell them all about Joseph....His heart, his goodness, his courage, and yes even his temper. He was a good person and he did not deserve the cards life dealt. 
I know he is with us, always...looking out for his younger sister and his mom and I know he is waiting for me to join him, one day. I imagine him with his beautiful smile the one that reaches his eyes, and his arms out streched ready to hold me and hug me and welcome  me home.....
Until that day,
There are two broken hearted people missing Joseph and always loving him, no matter what, I hope he knows that.
mom
To my Joseph  

PRECIOUS CHILD

Words and Music by Karen Taylor-Good

In my dreams, you are alive and well

Precious child, precious child

In my mind, I see you clear as a bell

Precious child, precious child

In my soul, there is a hole

That can never be filled

But in my heart, there is hope

'Cause you are with me still

 In my heart, you live on

Always there never gone

Precious child, you left too soon

Tho' it may be true that we're apart

You will live forever... in my heart

In my plans, I was the first to leave

Precious child, precious child

But in this world, I was left here to grieve

Precious child, my precious child

In my soul, there is a hole

That can never be filled

But in my heart there is hope

And you are with me still

In my heart you live on

Always there, never gone

Precious child, you left too soon,

Tho' it may be true that we're apart

You will live forever... in my heart

God knows I want to hold you,

See you, touch you

And maybe there's a heaven

And someday I will again

Please know you are not forgotten until then

In my heart you live on

Always there never gone

Precious child, you left too soon

Tho' it may be true that we're apart

You will live forever... in my heart

 

Thank you for your VISIT with Linnie  

Linnie told me something really incredible and very wonderful and I want to thank you sweet Jospeh for giving your sister this wonderful gift. 

Last night she went to bed and she was trying to fall asleep, all of a sudden she
felt a strong hug and she tried to open her eyes but she could barley open
them, only slightly. She had no control to move and at first she got very
frightened because she could feel someone hugging her, but then she realized that  it must be Joseph. She called "Joe" and when she did that the hug got tighter and
warm, then in her mind she saw your face very clearly. 
My GOD this is amazing. She knows she was NOT asleep. She knew it was you hugging her, she felt your warmth through your love for her.
Linnie felt your hug and as she saw your beautiful face in her mind you hugged her tighter, letting her know she was right and that you were there. 
Linnie is very clear about this visit from you and you made her very happy.
Thank you sweet boy for letting your sister know that you are watching over her and will always love her.
I love you dearest Joseph,
mom

Visit Joseph's Star - Visit two suicide memorial walls  
http://famousstar.de/?name=Joseph+John+Dionisio+Jr.


http://www.suicidememorialwall.com/page1.php?section=4


POS suicide memorial wall Joseph is on the very top row first photo to the right.

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Please visit this site if you need info or help with many different issues

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Children are not your own by Gibran from the Prophet  
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
and he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of LIfe's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

I love you Joseph and always will.....mom xxxxxxxxxxxxxxoooooooooooooo
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