Charles had a lot of habits that were challenging.
He was a nonconformist to the max, a dreamer to a fault, pushed the envelope non-stop and was the most stubborn person I ever met in my life. When you have a child like this, you learn a lot about rolling with things and setting boundaries early. Not that boundaries ever inspired him to let up. It didn’t. But I held them for the sake of my own sanity.
It’s funny those habits that drove me the craziest are the memories I laugh the hardest about after his death by suicide. … Read more...
Is am not normally one for long, emotional posts but there’s a lot on my mind when it comes to this. It’s been just over a year and a half since we lost Charles.
Sometimes it still doesn’t seem real to me that he’s gone. Someone with so much life, so many jokes, and so many positive things to offer is just gone. Charles was one of my best friends…I have memories from over the years with him that … Read more...
Granbobby used to make my card disappear,
and pull a quarter out of my ear,
Momma how’d I end up here?
Life was so different,
I was so innocent,
Who knew I’d ever act like a criminal,
My love for you is far from minimal
Daddy was my hero,
He’s who I wanted to be like,
Taught me how to ride a bike,
Taught me how to live my life.
But you know me,
I never listen to advice.
I write this for family,
The ones I see on holidays annually,
I’m grateful for everything … Read more...