Obituary

 Recently we lost our beloved Charlie. He dropped all his balls in the air, and restarted as a ghost. He was loved by all who ever met him and many who never did, but heard stories. He was that special. In this picture, we are in Tilden Park. He was two. Tutored primarily by his father, but raised by a village, he already spoke in full sentences, could navigate the world inside and out and constantly inquired "why?".

As we exited the park, he inquired about the trailhead and we embarked on a great adventure in nature. As he grew, these themes of nature, love and genius persisted. We talked a lot about how the time travel machine is broken, so that all we can do is our best, and so that is what we did. Charlie, btw was voted most likely to invent a time travel machine in thee 8th grade.

Recently, Charlie shared with me that he wanted to be there forever for his soulmate Carmela and her two beautiful children. He saw possibility where I saw none. I saw possibility where he saw none.

In lieu of a service, please pursue peace in everything you do. Start by removing your passwords and unlocking doors. (How do we do this? This must be possible, Alexa does it) Then name every living being you meet. Perhaps you will name them all Charlie or Charles. Feel free to drop all your balls in the air and restart, whatever that means to you. Maybe we/he will win thee Nobel peace prize.

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