Sue Farmer
I’m Bob Farmer’s (see above) wife… I only met Chuck once, sadly at his dad’s celebration of life. The occasion allowed Chuck a moment to disclose his vulnerability (my bet is that that didn’t happen very often). That moment was quickly covered with a sense of humor. Both gave a window into Chuck’s capable self…It was all too short but I liked him instantly! (Oddly enough, I later discovered that he was a companion in earlier years of My cousin’s son and of a neighbor grandson and one has to marvel at our lives probably touching more often then we guess!) We’re rattled at hearing of Chuck’s death. His family life seems to be solid and fun (adventurous) and we think his kids must be (beyond!) rattled as well…In viewing so many information places in the last two days, we’re enamored with a new phrase: “flew west”…. We’re hoping that his young family holds onto another phrase: “…. ’til we meet again…”