Charles Robertson

It has been 5 years since you past away. I am glad to have known you, Charles. You helped my family out alot. I remembered the birthday party's we share at my parents house. Our birthdays were 1 day apart. We will meet again and have a great reunion .

It is almost Halloween and that means that soon in Nov. It will 3 months since you left me. I go to call you and stop myself because you're not there to say good morning Robertson. I still hear you singing Mrs. O' Malley. I miss you so much.

I still miss you and still can't believe that you're gone. Life is so sad without you in it. I can't go to our place right now because it brings painful memories. I held you while you cried and calmed you when you were mad. The last time I saw you at the home I held you for the last time as you cried. I came to see you and could still see the great man that you are and were. I feel so sad without my dearest friend. God called you home and took all the pain away. I will see you again...

I miss your smile and us hugging and you singing Mrs. O'Malley. I miss my dearest friend. I cried in private on Tuesday and just listen to some music and remember how you turned on 105.7 the X and couldn't figure out what was playing lol. Oh how I miss you. I go by your house and blow a kiss in the air. I have so many great memories of us and I will cherish them always. Mr. Robertson you were and always will be a great man

Rest in peace old friend...

I met Charlie in 1974 at William Penn Senior High School. He was a Detective at that time in our Cafeteria keeping everybody safe as a monitor. When I ran for Student Council President and won for the next year he then Called me Mr. Prez every tine I saw him. We had lots of talks and the man loved the people of the city . He Loved York! He was the kindness man I knew and did anything for anyone. He came to all my Wrestling matches. He wanted me to play baseball but I was a runt yet. Later in...

Remembering Charlie as a fellow officer on the York City PD and a very good friend of my dad, Al Raimer. So many times he visited us on Prospect Street while we were growing up. He was so very kind to us all. We are glad he was in our Dad's life.

Sincerely, Al Raimer's family