Share via: More I used to say this to Charles all the time. He just loved it. And when he’d get upset at a young age, he’d pat me on the back and I’d tell him, “I love you oodles, piles and truckloads.” Even at an early age, Charles just felt deeper than others. He … Continue reading Love you oodles, piles and truckloads – #griefheart number 99