|Charlie G with Sadie, November 2011|
Rest in Peace, my good friend.
I heard this morning that my dear friend, Charlie (also known to my blog readers, friends, and family as 'Two-legged Charlie' to differentiate him from my old dog Charley) passed away on Saturday while awaiting a heart transplant.
Charlie and I met over forty years ago in Calgary, Alberta. The man I was seeing (and eventually married) offered to help with the Scout Troop that Charlie's father led. Because we were new to Calgary, and because his whole family are just kind and generous people, they invited us over and we all became friends. When my daughter was born, it was his mom I chose for her godmother.
Charlie and I remained friends for life - through marriages and divorces, through kids heading off to university, and job changes and moves and joys and sorrows. He loved to tease me about being the 'older woman' in his life - a cougar - because I was two weeks older than he. Each year on my birthday, he began his phone call to me with "So...how does it feel to be OLD?", and I would call him two weeks later and respond "So, now you know how it feels to be old!" And we would laugh, every single time.
We chatted regularly over the past several years, and he visited me as recently as last November. It was a great visit. But on his last evening here, we talked about his failing health. I think we both knew it might be the last time we would see each other, though he was ever the optimist and always looked for the positive in everything and everyone. (I still remember the time he gave me heck for writing two gloomy blog posts in a row!). This September, our birthday month, won't be the same.
My condolences to his children, Adam and Amber, and to all his family and those who loved him.
He was a good and kindly man.
Rest in Peace, Charlie. I'm so sorry you won't be growing old along with me.