Today is the anniversary of my brother's death. He left us a year ago.
It is hard to believe that he's been gone a year, yet it seems like forever since he left. There are times when I think: "I need to ask Charles this...." and remember.
Even though it's hard to have him gone, my heart bleeds for my "good-sister" Donna, who knew him and was married to him for such a short time. I had him for 64 years.
I have a few pictures of Charles to share .. the first two are of him in Japan - he was very active in sports as he was growing up.
The last one is of Charles and Donna; Candy and I met them in St. Joe just a few months before their wedding so that we could meet Donna and (hopefully) approve of her. And we did!
I also have millions of memories ...
Like the time he was playing in a garage and threw a metal pipe - which hit me on the forehead; I needed stitches for that, and I can still find my scar.
Like the time he was playing Tarzan and threw a spear - which hit Cara on the forehead; she needed stitches for that and she took that scar to her grave.
Like the time he decided to have a picnic with hot dogs in the woods - the firemen brought him home to Mom and told him that if he did it again, they'd put him in jail.
Like the time a friend stole some cigarettes from his dad; he and Charles talked a bunch of us into trying them. I tried three puffs and threw mine away (never smoked again!).
But then there was the time that I was in desperate financial stress; Charles stepped in and paid my bills for 9 months until I was able to get back on my feet.
Silly memories, wonderful memories.
Charles, you are loved and you will be missed.