If you’ve ever read Square Piece, you know that I delight in thorough updates, sharing details and being transparent. Real life is never something that I want to hide, coming off as though I’m somehow above anyone else.
But Charley’s death has me stuck a little.
All of a sudden I have more bits and pieces, more thoughts, more emotions… more pictures and even more videos at my fingertips. The ability to share is there, but the eagerness to do so is now replaced with more hesitation.
Guys, I’m sure you know this, but death ain’t pretty. It’s a curse.
That said, what our family witnessed and what our family DID for each other… Well, you’ve never seen such beauty. I knew it. Brian knew it. Charley knew it.
So in time, when I begin to share more about what happened this weekend, know that I’m sharing the beauty of the mercy of the Lord and the miracle of His peace that passes understanding.
Our hearts waver to hold onto that. We get blindsided by sweet memories with all of the triggers that still surround us (a mug, a song, a photo), so we break down as our hearts long to still physically share each present minute with Charley. But then, with our hope in heaven, we quietly nod in agreement to the gentle reminder that he was a sweet gift to our family and is now pain-free.
If you’d like to join us in celebrating what a special life Charley had, what a wonderful man he was, what an incredible husband he was to Momma and father he was to his children, Charley’s memorial service will be on Thursday, May 30th, at 1:00pm in Woodstock, Virginia at First Baptist Church (directions here). I’m told that Charley wanted us to celebrate, so in spite of my instincts to don myself in black apparel, we will be colorfully adorning ourselves.
I hope that I don’t lose you, my readers, if over the course of the next few weeks, months, etc., I need to remember and share a few details from Charley’s last weekend. My intentions are never to depress the Square Piece audience! But perhaps we can all marvel together. You’ll know what I mean in time.
For now, here’s a pic of Bennett snacking on Poppy and Poppy lovin’ on Bennett mere hours before the words were uttered, “I feel like it’s time to go.”