My Uncle Charlie passed away yesterday.
He’s survived by my Aunt Marion (shown in the picture above) and sons, Reggie and Rocky Gillies.
I spent a couple of summers out on the southern Saskatchewan farms belonging to my Uncle George and Uncle Charlie when I was a pre-teenager. My memories of Charlie come mainly from that time. I recall that he and my Aunt Marion used to be pretty serious about their square-dancing, and I have a fairly clear memory of seeing Charlie’s collection of dress cowboy boots for that purpose. I always thought it was neat that they made the time, with farming being such a big job, to enjoy their dancing.
I also recall that Charlie and Marion treated me as more of an adult than a kid- I don’t know how any of my Aunts and Uncles put up with me, really, but being listened to that way sure made an impression on me. Charlie always seemed so calm and level-headed, but with a twinkle in his eye and a wry sort of wit that made him a pleasure to talk to.
I know its got to be hard for Marion and the kids, but my thoughts are with them: Charlie will be missed.
The following words come from Charlie’s funeral handout:
I could not stay another day
If my parting has left a void,
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief.