Charlie, as we knew him, died August 13. He had lived a long productive life, but I did not want him to be forgotten for his heroism in World War 11 and for his constant smiling face as a neighbor. He could not hear a lick, but was always willing to ask how you were or give jokes to my son.
Until his health started failing him, he was constantly in motion, doing some chore around his home. He would always scream at you, which always brought a smile to my face because I heard him just fine. I guess he could not even hardly hear his own voice.
A friend or relative wrote a nice poem about him I want to share.
You can shed tears that he is gone.
Or you can smile because he lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back.
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can not see him.
Or you can be full of the love that you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live for yesterday.
Or you can be happy tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he is gone.
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry, close your mind, be empty and turn your back.
or you can do what he would have wanted, smile, open your eyes,
love and move on.
IN LOVING MEMORY
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