Our life was turned a little upside-down Friday morning. We lost our Grandpa Charlie; it still hasn't completely sunk in. In such a short time there are already so many memories. What are we going to do without him here?
We were just barely too late to say "I love you" one last time. I keep thinking that maybe, if one thing had just gone different. Just one thing. I just have to keep reminding myself, at least I was able to meet him; at least he was able to be here to see Jack earn his uniform; at least he was here to see Jack and me get married; at least he was here to meet Ivory and see her get blessed.
The first time I met Grandpa Charlie was last Christmas.
At our wedding he parked himself right by the door to greet everyone that was coming in. There was a line going out the door because he talked to everyone so much and for so long; all we could do was watch! He danced any time he could get himself to his feet; he would play his harmonica for the children. He told us that he was an entertainer; his whole family was entertainers!
Grandpa Charlie always found himself a couple of pretty girls to listen to his stories.
He loved our little Ivory. He always said that she was his "kid" and that she was beautiful.
Grandpa Charlie always said he got Jack into the military, and asked him every time he saw him, "You got those bars yet?"
How can we say goodbye to Grandpa Charlie? I still don't know if we can. But at least he is with the love of his life again; at least he is happy. We love you Charlie!
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