Uncle Charlie was so much more than an uncle. He was always there for me, Anna and Michael. He took us on road trips upstate, cracked jokes when my father was in a bad mood, or dropped off clothes from his work in the garment district for us ‘just because’. I'll never forget when he and my dad would stay up late into the night talking and laughing -- so late all of us cousins would collapse onto a bed, laughing and talking and falling asleep before they called it a night. I remember doing that quite a few times.
I loved him like a father and always will. I'll miss so many things but most of all the way he called me and Anna 'my girls.' And of course calling Bogie the 'Pollack' every time. I cry but also smile as I look through these photos. I like to think he’s been reunited with my dad and Michael again, reminiscing and laughing. And we’ll remember the good times, celebrate him and try to do the same.
