Charles Michael

Chuck wasn´t my father, but I am blessed because my earliest childhood memories are filled with his gentle and fun spirit as a father figure. I remember going on bike rides with him and my mom in Chicago when I was a toddler, trips to parks and the zoo. My interaction with him was limited throughout the rest of my childhood, but I was fortunate enough to reconnect with him in adulthood. And the greatest blessing of all is the detailed conversations I got to have with him over the last two...