CHARLES HARDY

where do I begin I know God makes no mistakes it just seem so unreal to see you laying in a casket I know one day we all have to go it just seem so unreal as a child growing up you was more than just a uncle to me you was a mentor,role model and more it just seem so unreal i remember late nights me you and uncle bobba lou would sit and eat black eyed peas and laugh for hours i do know one thing I thank God for allowing us to have been family bad and much as it hurt to see youre gone I know...

HIS JOKES WILL BE MISSED NO MATTER HOW SAD YOU ARE HE MADE YOU SMILE.