Charles Huddleston

In memoriam

by Demetrice Crite

Ironically your nickname was “Saint.” In wee hours of the morning you received your wings. Your death does not mean that your life has ended. No, it means that God needed you some other place. Your physical being has moved on, and we will undoubtedly miss your presence, but your memories will be what make us laugh, cry, smile, and reflect on how wonderfully blessed this world has been to have been graced with the presence of an earthly angel, a “Saint.” Rest in eternal peace.