Dawn has broken. The early morning sunrays filter through the bedroom window shutters and bathe the bed they both laid still with the a/c running, holding the room temperature at a comfortable seventy two degrees Fahrenheit with the outdoor late July temperature already exceeding eighty. This very special day pregnant with expectation had finally arrived. It will not be just another mundane, typical, uneventful kind of day. Charles had for years longed for this day which would bring him a long deferred sense of renewal, a new chapter in this life journey. He had invested enormous emotional capital to see it manifest. He had spoken of his hopes to his wife Mercédès who had heard him reminisce many times of his childhood friend. She could discern an unmistakable air of contentment etched on Charles’ face, this new day that told yet another tale as she stood before the electric stove, a pot of old fashioned Quaker oat soaked in lactose free reduced fat milk percolating from the heat set on low they will both eat for breakfast.

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When we sit back and reflect on significant events, evoke memories of people in our past, assess important aspects of our current lives, and how one man could have played such a transformative role in the journey of so many through life, it is not surprising, in this moment of calm reflection, that we find ourselves inspired to memorialize his remarkable achievements born if a compelling yearning, an insatiable appetite, an incurable drive to live his dreams.

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