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Love you oodles, piles and truckloads – #griefheart number 99

Love you oodles, piles and truckloads
Love you oodles, piles and truckloads

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 was a dreamer and nothing is more important to a dreamer than their relationships. I think when he killed himself, he just couldn’t stand the thought that he had “let everyone down.”

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