When my son, Steve, called to tell me of Charlie’s passing it “knocked the wind out of me !” I have many good and loving memories of a neighbor boy, friend, former Kindergarten pupil (named Chuckie), and an adopted son growing up. To me “Teaching was polishing Jewels for Eternity!” One of my “Jewels” has gone on to a Better Place. Looking at his picture I realize he “matured” but he will always be “Chuckie” to me but Charlie to others.
