Jo Wilson-Kerr
Oh My! Where do I start? Chuck was my only brother and being four years older than me, we were always close and best of friends. I used to joke that until we were older, we didn’t know our real names because our mama (mom) always called us, “you darn kids.” He was such fun and loved to tease. He was crazy about our two girls, and he and Wanda were Brenda and Debbie’s favorites was a wonderful son, brother and a loving husband, dad, grand-dad, uncle and friend to all. Chuck never met a stranger. When on his walks, he would stop and talk to all the neighbors and all the kitties. He knew the names of all the kitties and they certainly knew him and would run out to the sidewalk to greet him. He kept a stray neighborhood kitty, named her Twinkie and gave her a great home and Kitty Life. I will miss him greatly each and every day, and don’t know what I’ll do not being able to pick up the phone and call him anytime I want. On one of his visits home from Hospice, he kept telling Wanda and Susan that he wanted to call his “little sis.” He did and we had such a nice visit. My Big Regret is that I didn’t get down to see him during this horrific time because of my terrible R.A., and mild case of this current killer flu. I do talk to him every night though, and to our Debbie, to my oldest sis, Virginia and of course Mom and Dad.