I was in the youth group when Charles went with us as chaperone one year on a trip. It was a Christmas holiday trip to CO. 3 vans - Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego (& we thought it was hilarious to call it To-Bed-We-Go). Girls in several rooms; boys in several rooms.
One job he was tasked with (for reasons not clear to anyone then or now) was to come wake up the girls every morning to get ready for skiing and whatever else for the day. Anyone who knew him knows that even when you were awake you kind of had to lean in to hear him because of his soft voice.
By accident one morning I happened to wake up to turn over, and I hear the door to the room open, Charles walk into the room, in a voice barely above a whisper say, "Time to get up," and leave. We laughed our, um, stuff off. And then told that story to whoever'd listen for the rest of his career. (I'm sure it never got old.) & we could never understand until that morning why we were late to everything....
You were deeply loved and will be deeply missed, Charles. I look forward to more Davidson stories when we're in heaven together.
Huge hugs and kisses to Ann, Kelli, and John. Love you guys and praying for your families.
