My brother Chuck was “One in a Million.” Being the oldest of five, he was only 24 years old when our father passed away, so he took on the role of dad and brother.
Once I moved to this area in 1998, we became Best Buddies! He would call from his shop and pick me up to go to his favorite place for lunch, Old Country Buffet. On the way home, we had to stop at Harbor Freight for his “Free Gift” (he already had a hundred, but he would get excited like a little boy with a new toy) and of course, a trip to Meijer for twenty-four 12 packs of Diet Pepsi.
I watched him suffer through so many surgeries and fight through so much pain. Like his beloved cats, he lived well beyond nine lives, and we called him the bionic man.
He lived his life his way and he told me many times that he had no regrets. He was a work-a-holic, but that was FUN to him.
This picture of him in his new truck, was his first Sam’s Club and Harbor Freight run and our last road trip together.
He will be forever in my heart.
RIP
Love, your sister Sherry