Barricman, Charles Chuck

On December 20, 2005, a few months after you left us, I wrote this: Your death is a nightmare, will I ever awaken, my faith has been shattered, this disease it has taken. Belief is laid to waste, eternity becomes hollow, my choices seem pointless, I have nothing to follow. You have been released from this illness - no, torture, but I still feel the pain, desolation, and horror. How can you be gone? Your absence is appalling, it seems like just yesterday, in love we were falling. - It's been over 20 years and it still hurts. I still miss you. I carry you with me everywhere I go.