The end of June I went through Chuck’s phone and wrote down some of the texts. I haven’t been able to go back again yet, but I hope to soon. Even though the phone is turned off, I think the texts will still be there.
Just about every one triggers a memory.
December 22, 2017
From Chuck to me: “Packing to the sounds of the Avett Brothers and thinking of you.”
He was always thinking of me. This was when I went to Jacksonville before Christmas and he followed a few days later. It was the last Christmas we had with Mom.
He thought of me in the special surprise gifts he got me throughout the years. Like the sandals he bought me one spring just because he thought I’d like them. I did and I still have them, 9-10 years later.
He thought of me when he got the tickets last fall for the Avett Brothers concert in April, which ended up being canceled. And even if it hadn’t he was so ill by then we could not have gone.
He was always thinking of me.
He knew how much I missed the family and he let me go and stayed behind with first Loretta and then Ruby.
He got left behind so often during our Birmingham years as I flew back and forth to Tampa to see the grandkids or drove to Jacksonville to see mom. Juliette so often asked, “Where’s Grandpa?” My response was, “He’s working.” He was so looking forward to retirement just to spend more time with the kids. Last summer’s Bell Camp was such an absolute blessing and fun time. This year it will just be Grammy Camp and I don’t know if I’ll do it justice without him.
This is a beautiful post! I love the way you write! And I miss you very much!!
I miss you too. And Akil.