Last Friday night, my uncle lost his life in a tragic motorcycle accident. He was a fun uncle, a super grandfather, and a loving father. He was a brother to my mom and a son to my grandma, and he was loved by so many people. He was quick-witted and loved to make people laugh. I loved to hear him laugh. My sisters and I are the only girls in our generation of Shrives, and even though he was around all those rough-and-tumble boys all day, Uncle Charlie was always soft and gentle when we were around. His smile was warm. He was a big teddy bear. I'll miss him terribly.
