I would be remiss if I didn't write a few words for my father-in-law. My earliest memory of him was from when I was 12 or 13, calling the Scott house to talk to Ken (my high school friend turned brother-in-law). I was somewhat shy, and Chuck had a very gruff, intimidating voice. Every time I called, I prayed he didn't answer the phone. Of course, he always did. Our conversations back then were very short. Me, working up the courage to speak and say "is Ken home?" and his growly "hold on". And while initially his persona matched his voice, over the years my fear of him turned into a deep appreciation and love for the devoted family man he was. Chuck and Marlene raised four strong, loving sons. Those sons went on to raise their own strong, loving children. What strikes me the most about Chuck was how this tough on the exterior man was such a softie at heart. Maybe he wasn't always that way, but as the years passed, he had such a deep love & appreciation for his family. And he was so well loved and respected in return. So in my mind, that is his legacy. A legacy of love, that has been and will continue to be passed on from generation to generation. How I wish I could pick up the phone and call him to remind him of that. I think deep down, he knew. 1 John 3 "My little children, let us not love in word or tongue, but in deed and in truth. And by this we know that we are of the truth, and shall assure our hearts before Him".