His Name was Charlie

Amy Witthohn

His smile was filled with warmth, his eyes were always kind,

His voice would fill a room,and His laughter would fill my heart.

His life was hard and short, He loved and was loved.

He cried and laughed, Won and lost, Had joy and dispair.

He had many friends and few enemies, His presence would feel a room.

The sickness that took his short life came as quick as the wind and we watched

as his flame slowly flickered out.

For us that knew Him and Loved him, We can and will not ever forget the Joy he brought to our life.

And we were lucky to have known a man like him.

He was Father, Brother, Son, Uncle , Nephew, Cousin, and Friend.

Till we meet again.

Published by Amy Witthohn

I live life to the fullest extent that I can, I have 2 daughters 11 months apart and the antics that they do on a daily basis will keep me on my toes for a long time.  View profile

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  • Stephanie3/14/2007

    This is touching. Beautifully written.

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