In Remembrance of Charles H. Dickinson, Jr.

In memory of my Daddy. He was a firecracker in his youth, skating, diving off cliffs, dancing, taking tons of photos (loved photography) and having fun.  As he aged he softened and became a sweet man like his father before him that took on everyone else burdens without thought to his own needs. In the end I think he found that he couldn’t do the things he wanted due to age and physical restraints and couldn’t fix everyone’s problems. It will always weigh on my mind since he and my mom moved from the comfort of their home city of St. Louis to NC where I lived. I wiIl miss him terribly but keep comfort in my faith that I will see him again in heaven. I love you Daddy and miss you terribly.