Charles Bedgood

What can I say that hasn't been said. Sandy was my younger brother. He had a dual personality, sometimes angel, other times brat, but always with a smile on his face. Of course he, and my sister were the babies of the family, so they pushed the limits as far as they could. They teased me for being so prim and proper, but that's the way I was raised, and I minded my mommy, unlike them.
I loved him for the sweet personality he had, and I miss him terribly.
Rest easy, Sandy. (A marvelous...

My sincere thanks go out to all who have prayed for us, called us, sent cards and letters regarding my dad. I especially want to thank all the people who took time out on one of the best weekends (weather wise) we've had this year to be with us at his memorial. Also, Pastor Force for helping us with our service. Sarah, Josh, and Paul for showing us the next generation can rise to the occasion and really be a blessing to others in their time of need.

One of my memories of Sandy, was sitting at the picnic table in his yard on Rich Rd. Listening to him and my dad Bob (his brother) drinking coffee and "debating". They would go on for hours...I'm not even sure they were on opposite sides during most of those discussions, but they each had an opinion and they would ever so eloquently verbalize it! In those days I was bored to tears, but oh what I would give to sit and listen to them today. I'm picturing them now sitting at a picnic table in...

As the baby of the family, some called me "Brat" and some called me "Honey". I guess I was both. Sandy was next in line, making him my closest pal. We played together, got in trouble together, fought with each other, defended each other and, yes, covered up for each other. I guess we were the two rebels in the family. There are so many stories to tell that it would fill up this whole book. Some of them we never told anyone and probably never will. One that sticks in my mind, happened at a...

Sandy Bedgood was a entertaining young man. I think he was about 4 when he held up his first train. He actually got a train to stop standing on the tracks with his toy guns.

I understand dad got picked on as a boy, like a lot of us did. However, dad turned to reading. He told me that when he got his books for the year in school, he went home and read them. Who does that? What it took the teacher all year to teach the rest of the kids, dad had read in about a week. He enjoyed reading...

So sorry for your loss. I have some fun memories of Sandy.My prayers and thoughts go out to the family.

It has been a tough time...but I absolutely love the way this family comes together to love eachother when needed the most. I wish I could be there for you, my cousins, the way you were for us. Know you are loved. Praying for peace and comfort in this time of need.

So many memories and so little space. Sandy and I were the two youngest in the family of five and as such spent a lot of time together and became quite close. I already miss him terribly, but am glad his suffering is over.

Celebrating a life well lived. We will cherish the memories forever.