Most of us would like to think that when our days on this earth are completed, somebody will remember good things about us. My father was certainly no exception.
C.H., as we affectionately called him, was a most unique person. He was “the glass is three-quarters full,” an optimist tempered with a healthy dose of reality. Daddy had a joke or story for every situation and, typically, could make his point with humor. While he got a charge from anecdotes leaning to the naughty side, his was an equal opportunity sense of humor that sought to make a point by using anecdotes we would remember. Oftentimes, though, his jokes were simply told to have fun.
Daddy loved people. Having been a pharmacist for over 60 years and a lifelong Barrow County resident, he knew a lot of people. For the most part, people loved him, as well. Oh, I’m sure there were a few around that he’d rubbed the wrong way, but he had earned a widespread respect for his giving nature, his sincere caring for others, and his deep and abiding Christian faith.