In the summer of 2004, Charlie was 16 years old. He did Bike Ride Across Georgia with one of his best friends, Nathan. They were largely unchaperoned and had a great time. He was home for a few days and then left to do a 10 day backpack on Isle Royale in Michigan with his other best friend John and his sister Pam. Pam is two years older than
Charlie and like him loved to backpack. She organized the whole trip. Together the three of them spent 10 wonderful days hiking and camping together. He was home for a short time and then was off to a wilderness camping adventure with an organization called Adventure Treks. This year his trip was to Northern California but in previous years he had camped and backpacked in the wilderness of Washington State and Western
Canada. He made friends around the country and he had plans with all of them. He had spent a week at Christmas with fiiends from California. He went to the British Virgin Islands with his friend John's family in the spring. He made plans to bike ride across Europe, to hike Glacier National Park, and to live out of a VW Bus on a beach in Mexico with as many fiiends as wanted to join him and there were a lot friends who wanted to. Charlie was fun and funny. He made friends easily. The summer of 2005 he was to spend 28 days camping, backpacking and ice climbing in Alaska. He couldn't wait. He was especially excited to do ice climbing on a glacier. His father and I agreed to pay for half of his trips and he worked at a restaurant in Decatur to pay for the other half. All his plans came to a screeching halt on Tuesday April 27th 2005.

On that night about 9:30 on his way home from work, he ran into a guard rail on highway 78 and died about 4 hours later from head injuries. We will never know exactly what happened. He may have been driving a little too fast and lost control. He may have had a problem with the car. He may have gotten distracted. What we do know is that everything changed immeasurably for his family and his fiiends. Those friends that went to Alaska, had a very different trip than imagined. Many of them came from around the country to be at his funeral in April then went to Alaska without him and had another tearful memorial for him in Alaska. If you were to meet them or his family or friends fiom Atlanta, you wouldn't guess how much our lives have changed.You wouldn't guess that I spend parts of every day crying and missing him, that two of his good friends, popular well adjusted guys in college have come by in the months after his death to sit in his room and cry with me. They are amazed at how hard it is even months later.. .how much they miss him. Another friend changed schools for the fall. What used to feel important to her no longer is. Another friend that was also in an accident struggled with a feeling of "survivor's guilt" over her recovery. Two of his friends regularly went to the gym to lift weights with him, but now have been unable to go back to the gym together without him. Periodically I get emails
from friends around the country that want me to know that they are just having a tough "missing Charlie day.. ." I am sure that Charlie never thought it could happen to him - he had too many plans - too much he was looking forward to. But it did. It happens every day.