Charles W. Faigley Jr.

Through our growing up years, I lived in the second house from Chuck. We often played together with other kids from the neighborhood after school. We attended church and sang in the choir together. They were good years. When dad died tragically in 1963, Chuck came to our house to comfort us. Through the years it was always good to see him at class reunions. He had great joy in bringing light-hearted humor to others. I miss him.
In the great losses in my life, God has comforted...