It’s the laugh that I miss. Joe had a marvelous baritone laugh. It wasn’t belly-splitting or loud or protracted. It was warm and inviting . . . the kind of laugh that interrupted your thoughts and made you look at his face, with the gentle eyes and amiable smile.
With great sadness, I write this week in tribute to Joe Ruelle, who died on Monday evening, having served as facilities manager at the Leigh Yawkey Woodson Art Museum for twenty years. Joe succumbed to an aggressive, inoperable brain tumor, diagnosed just eleven weeks ago. Joe was one of a kind. He didn’t just “serve” as facilities manager, he embraced every aspect of the position and the Museum. He also valued his co-workers – as we valued him.