Charlie,
I never got a chance to tell you how much of an impact you had on me. Just two years younger than I but you always had a calming wisdom about you. I never got a chance to tell you that you were such a calming force in my chaos and catastrophe. You saw me for me, the potential me, the current me, the spiritual me, the whole package. My soul hurts for now but I know you’re on a new journey, guitar in hand, and a song on your lips. I’ll see you on the other side
Katie: Rest easy and play me some slide…
Transferred from Katie Hughes facebook:
I was given your guitar yesterday
The one Lera signed, the one you really loved to play
As I opened the case, a wave of calm rushed over me
And I could hear you sing “Let it be”
My heart is heavy as I gaze upon its strings
Knowing the music is all I have now that you got your wings
I promise to cherish and keep it safe as you did
This life will never be the same without you kid
Today we’ll gather in memory of you
I’ll do my best to keep my head high, dance and sing and not be blue
Forever in my heart, always on my mind
Even tho we’re apart, I feel the bond so strong and know we’re still intertwined
Rest easy, and play me some slide
Ill look for you in the stars until I can see you on the other side.
Danielle Nicole: I wanted to be there with you all. I will get my arms around you as soon
Charles
Today you will be surrounded by your close friends and loving family. I am there in light and love. You will remain in my memory as the boy with the infectious smile. The goofball. The tag-along. The little brother of my longest and most dear friend Katie. The son of the family that helped mold me, Linda & Chuck. The musician. The adventurer.
You are loved and taken too soon.
– Dani
Katie: Oh Big Little
Transferred from Katie Hughes facebook:
Oh Big Little. I love you, and I miss you so fuckin much man. Im fur sure going to make it to the ocean for us this year
Thank you for your love and support
Linda Hughes is with Charles Everette Hughes III.
February 24, 2018 · Transferred from Linda’s facebook
I want to say a special thank you to several people who have been feeding and taking care of Charles Hughes and I. Thank you for the yummy comfort food and groceries
Jen Petri, George Wheeler and Rachel, Hannah Acklin and mom Leann, Stephanie Viles Lisa Stavig and Katie Hughes
Thank you Mom, Amy Bollman-Gates Lisa Stavig and Jennifer Bollman Higgins for checking in with me almost daily. You have been the anchor that keeps me from slipping into the abyss.
And to Juanita Marie Mcintyre#or your sweet cyber hugs. To Lila Hughes and Jean for making the hard stuff happen more easily – please pass along my hugs to Jean.
Also want to say thank you to my niece and nephews who have been calling in to make the mornings a little bit more tolerable Lewis Kimball Samuel Higgins and Hilary Elise Higgins and to Grace Grant for starting my days off with her special brand of humor, kick in the butt and care.
To all my friends – thank you so much for being shoulders, for offering love and friendship.
And to 2 very special women who were there for Charles Everette Hughes III in good times and bad… Sheila Rooney and Kathy Middleton We all embraced you as his 2nd mom’s and as a part of our family. You both were so special to him, he loved you dearly.
And one more special thank you to Hannah Acklin She was there for him at the final end. They dressed him in his favorite leather jacket, new leather pants and patent leather shoes. She said he looked like a rockstar.
Thank you all very very much! I am blessed to have you in my life.
We have finalized the details for Charlie’s memorial and we would like you all to be here if possible.
To All Family & Friends Of Charles Everette Hughes, III:
Please join us for his memorial service to celebrate his life
March 11, 2018
From 2-6:00 pm
American Legion Post 17
1901 Harlan St.
Edgewater, CO 80214
Please RSVP so we can plan for the right amount of food, etc.
Katie: To All Family & Friends Of Charles Everette Hughes III:
Please join us for a memorial service to celebrate his life.
All are welcome. If there is any hesitation in your heart to come, I want you to come even more. I want you to come as you are, because that’s how he loved you.
I love you all, and I’m not just saying that because I’m a mess, I’m saying it because its the truth.
March 11, 2018
From 2-6:00 pm
American Legion Post 17
1901 Harlan St.
Edgewater, CO 80214
Please RSVP so we can plan for the right amount of food, etc.
Katie: My heart is heavy that I’ll never hear him sing this
Transferred from Katie’s facebook
About 2 months ago I wrote this for my brother. Words have never been my thing, but at the time he wanted something “real” to hold and read. One of the last times we talked he told me how much it helped him and he was going to make a song out of it. My heart is heavy that I’ll never hear him sing this. But maybe one day I will be able to… See you on the other side big little. . Charles Everette Hughes III
“As the days pass the pressure grows
Like weights on your shoulders that you feel in ur toes
Constant questions with no answers in sight
How much longer can we fight this fight?
Motions of sickness wave like the plague
Not being able to find where it comes from, the visions, so vague
Pain and anxiety, tip toe on needles of sharp razor glass
Seeping deeper at rates of slow….fast
How did it get to be here like this
Dont you want something more to miss?
The difference between the worlds we create
Dont have to be the things that decide our fate
Let the pressure turn to flight, and jump from the fear
You dont have to be afraid anymore, there’s always someone or something here
Let your wings come out and blow in the wind
Let the earth and the air take you to mend
Breathe in, breathe out, you got this big little
No longer will you have to feavorouslly dig for ground in the middle
Its right in front of you, you just have to grab it
It sees the struggle and the success, its not going to come easy, but in time things will fit
How you want, when you want, you are the creator of your own destiny
You deserve a life where you can rest easy
The choice is yours, and only yours
Who knows what the universe has thru those doors
Breathe in, breathe out
From the rooftops you’ll shout…
On strings of magic sound waves
You can go to the sky where he’ll sit right beside you to play
Or you can play to the sky where he can be your guide in a different way
Breathe in, breathe out
Take my hands, Im with you forever, without any doubt
Now go, climb the mountain on which you wish to sing
And watch as it unfolds, with open eyes, and embrace what it brings.”
Katie speaks: All my love to you…
Transferred from Katie Hughes facebook:
“…For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you, oh
All of my love, all of my love, oh
All of my love to you…” Charles Everette Hughes, 111
My review of St. Anthony Lakewood ICU:
Taken from Linda Hughes facebook
My son was admitted to the St Anthony Lakewood ICU on Friday night. On Sunday night, he died. I want to take a pause in my grief to share my feelings about the people at that hospital that lived through this ordeal with me.
Super nurses Becca Fabas, Dylan Waller, Shelly Gale and Melissa Bebee were the only reason I didn’t fall into the abyss. All 4 of these guys were super heroes. They were professional beyond belief and yet compassionate and truly caring for my son and my family. They explained things to me, they treated my son with dignity and they stayed with us body, mind and spirit through the entire weekend. Becca your calm demeanor helped me fight through the fear on that first night. Dylan, thank you for not sugar coating anything, but, doing it with tenderness. Shelly, I know you gave it your all Saturday night. You flatout gave it everything you got. Melissa, thank you for making it easier for all of us to say goodbye. Thank you for letting me spend those last moments with him the way that I needed to. I can not express to you how important each of you was to us during those 3 days. Please accept my heartfelt appreciation. They were assisted by fellow nurses Jen Bruss, and Mark Goodremont. Mark, I especially appreciate how you assisted Shelly and gave her that extra energy to keep pushing through.
My appreciation extends to respiratory therapists Tanya Bezanson and Rhonda Karhoff. You were so gentle and caring to him and to us, while doing in my mind what was a really hard job. Please know we appreciate you so much.
Dr. Khalifah. I am sorry that my son didn’t get to walk out with you when he recovered. I guess I will take that boast of arrogance to my grave. I also want to say that even as I attacked you verbally, I knew you were right. I knew you were just trying to balance my need for his recovery with your need to make me see all of the possible outcomes and to be prepared for them. Please know that you were not wrong. I was. And please know that I appreciate your steady hand behind the scenes, and that we were lucky to have you in charge.
Thanks also to Dr. Heit.
Whew. A full heartfelt apology to Dr. Venkataramana. I wanted so much to believe those episodes were him reaching out to us. I wanted so much to see him live as he was before. I wanted so much to have him come into consciousness and say “hey mom, whats up” You don’t know me, but, above all else I am known as a straight shooter. Just give me the facts. And when you tried to do that, and to do your job, when you tried to do what you knew I needed to hear, I attacked you for it. I will always be ashamed of that moment. Please know that at the same time I was behaving so poorly, I was also appreciating your honest and professional assessment.
And finally, there was a young woman there all weekend that worked for housekeeping. She told me, but, I can’t remember her name, my deep apologies for that. She was an angel, soothing us with her calm words and gentle touches. I especially want to thank her. You made all the difference sometimes in our ability to get through a moment.
To all of you, please know you made such a great positive difference in the worst moments of our lives. I can’t believe for one moment that you all just do this as a 9-5 job for a paycheck only, there is so much more behind what you gave. You are all very special people.
To the hospital I would say this. Let your great people continue to bring their greatness to all who need them. And please share my appreciation in such a way that benefits and continues to empower them. The Hughes Family
Added later that day: Also, the young housekeepers name is Antonia. During one of our conversations, she shared how her grandfather had been a guitarist, same as Charlie. She said that she had always wanted to learn how to play guitar to honor his memory, but that time and not having a guitar always made her get sidetracked. When we came home, we looked at the 15 guitars laying around in his room and Chuck said we have to take her one. So, he chose the guitar that Charlie started learning from himself, wiped the dust off and tuned the strings. We took it down to the hospital for her, but, she had left for the day. We left the guitar and a note for her. I hope she takes it with the love we intended and gives it a try.
From Dani to Charlie
Danielle Nicole to Charles Everette Hughes III
February 13, 2018 · Parker Ford, PA ·
Charles –
Charlie. When I think of you, you are about 9 years old. Your hair is a mess, your t-shirt is too big on you – and you are cracking up. Eyes wild and mouth wide – rolling around on the couch laughing hysterically because you pulled off some prank on “Cat” while I was staying over.
I can see you rolling your eyes at Katie and I while we held birthday parties for Justin Timberlake.
I can see you holding a camera and snapping photos of Katie and I as we got ready to head to concerts or school dances or wherever we wanted to be.
I can see you in your Karate gi as you worked through forms and attended tournaments. You had the craziest side kick … strong and high. You were an incredibly important part of my childhood because you were my best friends little brother.
I remember after some time had passed and I saw you again – you were so tall! And grown up. When the heck did that happen? You had a guitar in your lap and you looked up and smiled at me. So cool. You were always so calm.
I didn’t know you as a man. But you were good. You were funny. Talented. Genuine. My heart aches for the pain you felt in life – but I am comforted by the peace you have found now. I will stand by your sister as she heals … we love you. I love you. Sleep well brother.
Charlie Hughes, I will love you forever
Copied from Linda M Hughes facebook: February 12, 2018
On October 4, 1990, my son Charles Everette Hughes, III was born. He was 3 weeks late, was born with the chord wrapped around his neck 3 times. He was blue like a smurf. I insisted that he stay with me in the same room, actually in my hospital bed. This was unheard of at the time. I would wake up, just to see him looking up at me, wide, blue eyes just filled with wonder and excitement. I would drift off to sleep, wake up again, and he would still be looking up at me. This went on all night long. I wondered, hey little man, what are you thinking?
Katie Hughes gave him a 1st day birthday party with a cake and much love. They have had almost a telepathic relationship their whole lives. She will call and say, I feel that Char is in trouble. He would call and say, hey, talked to Katie today? I feel that she is having trouble. And always, they were reading each other correctly. Their love for each other has been so inspiring.
He started infant swimming at 3 months and grew up into an excellent swimmer. He went 3 days a week for 9 yrs. He had this dive that was so incredible, it would take my breath away. At age 9, he said I am bored. I asked, what do you want to do instead? He said, well, I saw this karate dojo… and thus began the love of his young life. He was the youngest black belt in his karate system in Colorado. He was a student instructor, on their exhibition team. and all the little boys loved him.
He was so curious… always wanting to know why, how, what. He was an explorer, and adventuror. He was always wanting to know what was beyond the next hill. He used google more than anyone I ever met. He taught himself so much about so many things.
His best friends mom, Kathy Middleton gave him a guitar for a gift. He went into his bedroom and a year later came out as a virtuoso guitarist. With minimal coaching from John Vickers he learned almost every song written by Led Zeppelin. And then became known at the guy riding his bike with the guitar strapped to his back. He played everywhere, anywhere, all day long.
Growing up in the construction world, he eventually became his father Charles Hughes business partner. They were the most incredible team. Watching these 2 grow into their relationship with each other was such a joy to see. They butted heads, backed off, regrouped, met each other in the middle and moved into the next challenge. All the time, both of them cherished their partnership-friendship.
And then, one day, Charlie’s curiosity met heroin. I think he was experimenting like he did with everything else. Only, this experiment did not let go of him. One night, in tears he confessed to this addiction and asked for my help to kick it. I googled this and we got started. He quit cold turkey. Stayed quitting for a year. Started up again and made it another year. Only thing is that when his cravings were bad, I administered alcohol to help. And then he got addicted to alcohol. And heroin was 10 times easier to kick than alcohol,
Long, awful story short, he finally started kicking it. He was sober for 32 days and then fell off the wagon. And kept falling off the wagon. And his fall ended on Feb 9 when he overdosed on heroin with a 4,5 BAC. I really do believe that he was so drunk that he didn’t realize he had taken the heroin. He went into cardiac arrest. The person he was with administered 4 minutes of cpr, the emt’s another 7 before his heart kicked on. And his brain suffered from catastrophic damage.
And for 3 days, I took every sign as one that meant he was coming back. I actually got into a knockdown drag out fight with 2 of his physicians. They said it was muscle spasms, I said it was true contact.
And today, I woke up and felt that he was gone. I called Katie and she said, I can’t feel him anymore. And then I went to the hospital chapel and gave myself a serious talking to. In the end, I relinquished my attachment to him, I released him from me and I told God that if he wanted him, he might be ready. And if he didn’t want him, I needed a miracle and he could send him back.
The neurologist that I had attacked the day before brought in the MRI scans and they showed a destroyed brain. No matter how much I have loved my little man, he was never ever going to come back. We decided to end life support.
But before we did that, we had a combination family and friends party. We invited our family and also his close friends to come to the ICU unit of the hosptial for a celebration party. And it was so spectacular.
Finally, Katie, Chuck and I said goodbye to him, the nursing staff disconnected life support, and our precious son/brother left us 10 minutes later at 8:39 pm, peacefully and calmly.
I have had 6 hrs sleep in 72 so I am numb. I know that this will slam into me first thing in the morning when Char won’t be joining me for our usual early morning coffee. But, for now, all I can feel is gratitude for getting to be a part of this incredible young man’s life. I will love you forever Charlie Hughes.
Katie speaks on Feb 11, 2018
Transferred from Katie’s facebook
I love you brother. Charles Everette Hughes III
The Day Of February 9: No Mountain Lion Today
It was almost like Chuck and I had an unspoken pact that day to not talk about Charlie and his addiction. One of us would start and before the sentence was out of our mouths, we both changed the subject. We focused on the matter at hand instead. The wildlife officer was supposed to meet us there at noon. We all arrived early.
I have to admit I felt much better standing next to a man with a handgun holstered at his side and a rifle in his hands. We entered the place and found Charlie’s lunch debris on the floor. The pizza box was shredded, the remaining pieces of pizza had been eaten, except for the cheese. The lion had picked off the sausage and pepperoni, had eaten the dough underneath, but, left the cheese laying where it fell.
We inspected the place – all 3 floors from top to bottom. The ranger was giving us instructions for how to proceed. We were standing at the plywood that had been used to cover the garage man door opening. I remarked, well, we are safe if we can get all the doors on, right? He said, well, not really. Lions have been known to scale rough frame walls and they love to hang out in the rafters. Always, always inspect the rafters before entry or doing work. I was incredulous. He then went on to say, it won’t be safe here until there are real doors, insulation, drywall and siding.
Before any of that could be done, we had to pass all rough inspections.
So, before he left, he gave us final instructions on what to do should we encounter a lion. He looked at me and said, what ever you do YOU MUST NOT RUN. He said that I would be prey to the lion and would probably be taken down immediately. He said to talk big, act big and don’t block the door way or other access. The whole time he is talking I am thinking what I would really do if I were to meet this creature. Would I remember all these instructions? Would I remember to not run, when everything in me would probably be saying to run? What about my husband who walks around assisted by a cane? Would he be able to do these things? Would I be able to protect him?
So, the man with the weapons left us alone in the cold, cursed house on the mountain. Our task of the day was to cap and pressure test the mechanical and plumbing pipes in preparation for inspections on Monday. Because we were still not in mountain lion free zone, we came up with this plan. We would do everything back to back. That way we would both have visual confirmation of what was happening around us.
The plumbing pipes had to be capped on the side of the building from the 3rd floor. The ladder leaning up against the open gable end on the inside, I shimmied up between the ladder and the rafters and leaned out to place the cap and secure it. Done, whew.
Capping the mechanical pipe required climbing the ladder at ground level, hoisting myself over a 4 foot embankment of snow and walking across the frozen roof to the pipe. Done!
We capped all of the others from the basement and then went down together to the basement.
The whole day was pins and needles. I was jumpy all day. Every sound, every movement, every shadow. I couldn’t stand to be away from Chucks body. I wanted to cry and to scream all day. Why are we doing this?
We pressured up the lines and started the test. First thing we hear a loud pop, followed by another loud pop. The first 2 caps had blown, the test failed. We ran outside and found the first cap 20 feet down the driveway! We never did find the roof cap.
Long story short, wash, rinse, repeat. My jumpiness continued, I was worried that dusk would bring the mountain lion back. Standing still, I could feel it’s presence behind me. A couple of times on the ladder upstairs, I felt like I was being touched on the shoulder. It was getting dark when I climbed up and literally ran across the roof for the last time to clamp on the last pipe. The tests succeeded. We closed up and drove down the mountain.
I was overjoyed to get away from that place. I was totally and completely creeped out.
A few miles out of town, Charlie’s helper from the day before called. He had heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that Charlie had overdosed on heroin and was at some ER, he did not know where. He did not know if Charlie was ok.
The Morning Of February 9: Decision Time
I got up early as always, did my internet business and then got Chuck up to get ready for mountain job. Charlie was already up, or should I say, he never went to bed. I think from the time he left the house the night before until that morning he had been drinking.
He was heading for a crisis, I knew it, he knew it. He was sitting on the stool in the kitchen while I was making breakfast and lunches. I decided that I had had enough and I was going to get tough with him, tough love you know.
I yelled, I admit it. I told him that the only thing separating him from now and the life of his dreams was a shooter bottle of vodka. That he could have anything, be anything, do anything, if he could just stop drinking. That I would do anything I could to help him, if he would just help himself. I begged with him to stop, I pleaded with him to stop.
Empty words. Because he knew and I knew that there was no way to actually help him, other than AA and he was already doing that on a regular basis. There was no way to get him treatment because we didn’t have the fucking money to do it. But, still, I kept at it.
And I compared him to Robin, saying that he needed to get help or he would end up like she did. He gave me the oddest look, prolonged, it scared me. I said, what? what? He replied, you know, Robin is dead? Do you want me to die? I said, no of course not, don’t play stupid with me. You misunderstood on purpose. Of course I don’t want you to die. I want you to live. I want you to have a great life. And you can’t if you keep going the way you are going.
And he mentioned Andrew and that he was in mourning. And then I really yelled. I yelled that he had to quit using excuses to justify his drinking. If he needed grief counseling to be able to find a way to accept Andrew’s death, then I would help him find a way to make that happen. And then we went through the entire argument again.
And finally, I looked him in the eye and asked if he could wait until evening for me to take him to the ER. I asked him and stared into his eyes, trying to see if he could. It was only a few seconds, but, now it feels like it was forever. I weighed my 2 choice for that day in those split seconds while I was staring into those eyes. Stay home with you and take you immediately to get the help you need. Go with your father to meet the park ranger and then help him finish the weeks work so we can get paid, so we can keep afloat for another week. Stay home and help you, go to work and help your father.
He broke the spell with a crooked smile and said to go. I told him that when I got home, I was going to take him to the ER for detox. He said, “I am not going to Arapahoe House, you can’t make me”. I said no, not there, but a real ER with a hospital behind it, not the stupid place on 84th. I told him I would stay the whole time and if they tried to strap him down or force him to do anything against his will I would put my body between them and him. He agreed. We hugged on it and I finished getting ready.
Chuck and I were standing at the truck and Charlie was standing on the porch. I said, ok, this is not the day to leave angry or without hugs. Your dad and I may meet the mountain lion and he may eat one of us. So, let’s not leave angry with each other like this. Charlie laughed and said, yes, that is true. He ran down the steps and gave each of us a hug. I love you mom, I love you dad. Have a great day. I love you too son, stay out of trouble and we will see you tonight. I love you too Char, remember, be ready to go to the ER when we get back.
The Mountain Lion
Back up to the mountain job for Chuck and Charlie. They went up on Wednesday, Feb 7, spent the night at a hotel and came back down on Thursday. They took a helper with them this time.
In the years that the project sat idle, the animals had free rein. The first week up there, the guys had walked in on a bear sunning itself in the great room. But, the worst offender was a mountain lion that had taken up residence. And it did not want to relocate. There were 3 episodes of Charlie walking in on the lion, and each time both of them became more agitated by the encounters. The last time was that Thursday. Chuck had dropped Charlie and his helper off at the job and gone for more materials. Charlie and his helper had taken a lunch break in the great room, eating pizza that they had brought in. After finishing, they walked up to the staging area to get the door that they were going to install. As they were getting the door ready, one of them looked back at the house and saw the mountain lion slip into the house. They both dropped everything and ran, hoping that they would run quickly into Chuck returning to the job. Chuck did pick them up on the road, they called animal control, set up a meeting for the next day and headed home.
When they got home, the story spilled out from all 3 of them at the same time. Charlie was very upset and refused to go up there again. He told me that there would come a day when the mountain lion would not back down and then he, Charlie would be the menu. He was worried that the lion would encounter Chuck first, and because of his disabilities, would not be able to get away. He was just worried about everything. And the more he talked, the more agitated he became.
So, I assured him that I would go up with his dad the next day and that I understood completely. He was in the right for feeling the way that he did. I did understand. So did Chuck.
The Ladder
There was something about that job, not sure how to describe it. You would think working on a project in the mountains, on a lot that overlooked this amazing vista of forest and blue sky would be great. We always headed up there with such high energy and excitement. And from the minute we walked onto the site, that energy got sucked out of the three of us. It infected our attitudes, our moods and before long we were arguing about everything. The jobsite had been poorly maintained by the first crews, so we were always tripping over things that should not have been like it was. The debris from other crews was frozen under the ice or piled up on the sides. Nothing was as it should have been.
We had been up there for a few weeks off and on. Chuck started out trying to restore order to the site, for safety reasons. Then, he had done a walk through of the project to determine what needed to be done and in what order. One of the first thing he had done, with the owners permission, was to introduce himself to the local inspectors and to respond to their directives. These included instructions on what they wanted fixed. One of the most difficult fixes was to tie down and fasten the original first steps done in the framing. Difficult, because they had to trace back and go behind surface framing to secure the initial first phases of the framing. That meant agility and flexibility in very high places… in very cold weather in the shadows. It also meant Charlie, as he was the most flexible and agile of the 3 of us.
I was up there helping them in the middle of January. Very short, very cold days. We were all dressed appropriately and had the proper safety gear. The assignment of the day was to tie down the framing in the garage, all work done from a 32′ extension ladder.
Chuck gave us the detailed instructions, gathered the tools and readied the supplies. He was standing nearby to assist in anyway he could. Charlie had what he needed strapped to his tool belt, had his safety harness on and headed up the ladder. I was at the foot of the ladder, holding it steady and offering moral support. I was also ready to hand him up what he needed. Charlie made the remark that my holding the ladder was a placebo, but, that he would take it anyway.
Then Chuck and Charlie argued about the problem being encountered and the solutions. It was like the negative energy of the place infected them and stole their normal camaraderie. I would play peacekeeper only to get drug into the argument. Arguments about nothing really. And then Charlie came down, sat down in a heap and pouted. Chuck stomped off to the truck and pouted. Finally, they came together. Chuck, disability and all, went up the ladder to see what Charlie was trying to say. Charlie was mortified that he had let his anger push his dad up a ladder. While up there, Chuck realized what was causing the problem and outlined it to Charlie. They both breathed in, apologized, regrouped and it was time to start over.
And it was in that moment, I realized something profound. The look on Charlie’s face as he started back up the ladder was one of pure terror. He was afraid of heights! I had never noticed or realized this before. But, he was petrified as he took the first few steps up that ladder. And I realized that standing at the base steadying that ladder was so much more than a placebo for him.
The problem was resolved, the work was completed, we were frozen solid when finished and were grateful when we finally loaded up and came back to town. All the way down the mountain we were quiet, lost in our own thoughts. And with every passing mile and the truck heater thawing our frozen blood, the job curse, the tensions of the day, the anger and agitation, fear and frustration melted away.
A Random Thought Written By Charlie In His Facebook Profile
Charles Everette Hughes III 9:27 PM August 6, 2016
All we have is subconscious emulation. We are mirrors and mimics of who, what we’d love to be. Becoming is the only thing most lack. Realize you take from the before, and embrace your need to change the pattern. And eventually you will have a 4 chord progression no one has ever heard.
Charlie’s own words, taken from his facebook profile.
Linda Hughes 6:08 AM June 12, 2019Son, what pattern are you changing now? I know you are strumming chords that create your own melody.
Taken from Linda’s facebook profile, shared from a memory that popped up on Katie’s profile.