GOOD BYE BY FRIEND

Charles Edward Davis, 76, of Kailua-Kona, died April 15 at Kona Community Hospital. Born March 13, 1932, in Prescott, Ariz., he was an industrial engineer in the computer electronics industry.
Monday, April 21, 2008 8:20 AM HST
For those that have been with me from the beginning here will remember 1974...that's when Jack died, I met Chuck, went on trial found not guilty and Chuck became one of the most important people in my life..he was my lover for a long time but my friend for ever. Which is why when he asked me to marry him I said no..I knew if we got married it would last 3 years tops, and if we didn't we would be friends for ever...and I was right..So he went back to his wife and we remained friends...I don't know how to explain to you how important he was to me...from the time we met he was my strength to go through what I had to go to..I'm not sure I could have gotten through it with out him..I had my Daddy and he was everything to me, but those times when he couldn't be there..Chuck was...for me, for my kids..I left Roswell after the trial and moved to Calif. to be near him. Chuck had been sober for about 10 years when I met him, and how he put up with me drinking is beyond me..but he did..calmly serenely and with an abundance of humor..We rode his motor cycle all over, went to private Karate lessons to stay in shape and then went to Marie Calendars for pie afterward. He called me Tiger. Things went haywire(mostly my drinking) and I moved back to Texas. He followed me back to Texas..after a while I told him it wasn't going to work..His job was in Calif. and we would come home on the weekends after eating in restaurants all week and I had been working at the Lodges, cooking all week..He wanted home cooked meals and I wanted to go out for dinner. He went back to Calif. But we never gave up on each other...He got me a job at Paramount Studio..I moved back to Calif. Hollywood sucks...I got caught up in the writers strike, plus wouldn't fuck my boss at Paramount and he gave me a pink slip.. So after a while I went back to Texas ...I saw him once again when I was in Southern Calif. working for the book company...He and Mojo and I went out and had lunch, talked over old times and it was great..I may not have ever seen him again..but I talked to him on the phone all the time..He moved to Hawaii, he sent me my first computer, and the most beautiful flowers for my birthday every year...His health became bad and he was on dialysis 4 hours at a time 3 days a week..I offered my kidney but I have hepatitis so couldn't. I always sent him silly emails for him to read while he was sitting in the hospital for all those hours...he said it made it much easier with laughter provided by the Tiger.. The last infection he got did him in..He was 76, but always in my heart and mind he will be the dashing tall gentleman, with tinted sunglasses, riding off in the sunset on his motor cycle.
i have tried to cry every since i got the email from Barb, Chuck's wife telling me he had passed away..but i stop myself each time as i don't want to cry when i think about him. i want to remember him with with laughter...which is why i will follow this post with a update on what's going on with me, babs and ole west, texas..