Charles Rickett Jr
Whenever Mom took us to visit Grampa Woodard’s house and Uncle Robert stopped by, he’d enter through the back door and start striding through the house asking where we were, loudly exclaiming that when he found us, he would tickle us until we begged him to stop. He chased us around the living room furniture as we screamed and ran away. I will always remember him as having a smile on his face. This Bud’s for you Uncle Robert. RIP. Your Nephew Chuck Rickett

