Charles Frederick DrinkwaterNovember 16, 1954 - January 2, 1997
Charlie was a powerful force in our lives; a special, happy, funny guy.
He was gentle, but no push-over, and as kind as he was, he
certainly wasn't a saint.
deliberate, passionate, literate, smart, creative, colourful,
happy, happy, joy, joy
He was my best friend and we had a lifetime of plans that we didn't get to walk through together.
Ten birthdays have passed since Charles died and we still miss him, laugh with him and celebrate all the wonderful, amazing times we had with him. This rose bush was given to Neil and I by Sue, who was also a dear of Charlie's. It survived the move from Toronto and we planted in our garden where it bloomed all summer; in fact, it's blooming still, stubbornly.
Charles would have loved these luscious, fragrant, slightly rebellious blooms, still blazing with colour, long after our first snow fall.
He was gentle, but no push-over, and as kind as he was, he
certainly wasn't a saint.
deliberate, passionate, literate, smart, creative, colourful,
happy, happy, joy, joy
He was my best friend and we had a lifetime of plans that we didn't get to walk through together.
Ten birthdays have passed since Charles died and we still miss him, laugh with him and celebrate all the wonderful, amazing times we had with him. This rose bush was given to Neil and I by Sue, who was also a dear of Charlie's. It survived the move from Toronto and we planted in our garden where it bloomed all summer; in fact, it's blooming still, stubbornly.
Charles would have loved these luscious, fragrant, slightly rebellious blooms, still blazing with colour, long after our first snow fall.
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