Charles and Barbara Hughes died in a tragic automobile accident on July 21, 2003. These memorial pages are dedicated to them.
|Remembrances of Charles and Barbara (Mama & Daddy)
By Cindy (Hughes) Wright, with my brother, C. Mitchell Hughes,
and my sister, Pam (Hughes) Pausewang, 7/23/03
Mom has a green thumb.
She loves flowers.
She probably has a budget line for gardening.
She carries a tape measure in her purse for dad’s benefit at the home improvement store.
She loves her students.
She’s a planner.
Dad is a dreamer.
He can make anything, especially whatever mom asks him to make.
He has a power tool for every occasion.
He can look at a picture and build what he sees.
He comes over late at night when your air conditioner is broken, or your pipes are leaking, or anything else…
Dad takes care of us.
Mom equips us to take care of ourselves.
Mom loves teaching, even when it’s aggravating.
She tolerates, and even supports, my dad’s crazy ideas.
She gives little gifts to people.
Mom sends cards and letters.
She keeps all the cards she gets.
She knows everyone’s birthday.
Dad knows everyone’s name, even the folks he has only met once.
He loves to make a friend.
He’s physically affectionate toward mom, to our embarrassment.
Dad loves to go hunting, but only because he can spend time with Mitchell.
He makes people laugh.
He tells Pam she’s just like mom.
Dad’s best advice to us is "people do things for their reasons, not yours."
Mom’s best advice to us is , "well, (insert name – usually Cindy), life’s NOT fair."
She loves dad, even when it’s hard.
She keeps in touch with people, without using e-mail.
She loves birds, especially hummingbirds and cardinals.
Mom has a butterfly garden.
She has Annette, Boyd, and Kenny.
Dad has John Bob.
He hugs so tight it hurts.
Dad teases Mom relentlessly.
He visits grandma 2 times every day at River Haven.
He knows the staff of River Haven and the names of the residents there, and always takes the time to visit with them.
Mom is stoic.
She beat cancer. Twice.
Mom has intense friendships, and nurtures them.
She goes with her girlfriends to Patti’s lake house every year.
Mom mows the grass.
She gives good gardening advice.
Mom can grow anything.
She loves her family and friends and shows it.
She can’t see well in the dark to drive at night.
Dad tells Mom she’s blind and can’t drive.
He befriends strangers.
Dad used to be an usher on Sunday just so he could take a smoke break when the collection was counted.
He has breakfast with the Old Farts Club every Saturday morning.
Dad is always looking for a deal.
He always tells you he’s proud of you, even though you know he shouldn’t be.
Dad loves babies and children.
He loves mom.
Dad likes to fly.
Mom keeps her feet on the ground.
She takes a book to Six flags while the rest of us are on the coaster.
She’s everybody’s second Mom, but especially to Michelle, Tina, Mike, and Karen.
She’s a native Texan.
Mom is not graceful.
She has a funny laugh.
She grieves for our stupid mistakes, but still loves us.
She’s incredibly organized.
Dad is organized … by mom.
He drives a car he can barely fit into.
He once rode in a posse.
Dad is reliable … as long as Mom reminds him.
He can’t ever find anything, because mom has actually put whatever it is back where it belongs.
He loves justice.
He’s a chemist.
He’s a great salesman.
He CANNOT sing.
Dad tells off-color jokes.
Mom cocks her head and says, "CHAR-LES…" in a mildly disapproving tone because she doesn’t want to laugh at the off color jokes.
She does the right thing.
Mom enjoys life.
Mom made a heart shaped pillow for dad and gives it to him every year on the anniversary of when they first started "going together."
She really is the Proverbs 31 wife.
Dad is NOT practical.
Dad is loud.
He’s our safety net.
Dad often uses the tactic, "if they don’t get it right the first time, just repeat it more and more loudly the second, third and fourth times, and you’ll get your way."— we call it "acting like daddy".
He’s a Son of the American Revolution and a son of the Republic of Texas.
He loves his family history.
He’s a kisser.
Dad will let us learn important lessons for ourselves –like the time he let Mitchell find out for himself that you shouldn’t relieve yourself into the wind.
Mom teaches and gives advice so that you can avoid life’s blunders.
She likes to take her kids out to dinner.
Mom keeps the family informed about important events in everyone’s lives.
She’s the detail person.
She is persistent.
Mom has a pet snake and a tarantula. No kidding.
She actually has a few photos she has not organized and put into an album.
She’s really good at what she does, and encourages others.
Dad is good at what he does, too.
He made a baby bed for Charlie, a playscape for Christopher, a loft for Hannah’s class at St. Paul, garden furniture for Mom...the list goes on and on.
Hr has too many projects going at once.
Dad can bring out the best (or worst) in people.
He quit smoking the day mom was diagnosed with cancer.
He’s fat & happy, and if "he was doing any better no one could stand him."
They were different. And the Same. Complementary.
They were kind and faithful. Fair and Honest. They loved all of us, and we’re better for it.
After all of these remembrances, we come to the metaphor, whichever one you choose to use: after marrying as kids, and for more than 40 years celebrating their marriage; they accepted the invitation and are now dining at the wedding feast, or after all of their building and preparing here with us, they are in the place that our Father prepared for them.
We know what those things mean. We have the peace of that assurance.
But the sum of our memories really is:
Mom was truly a woman of character. Dad was just a character.
…we miss you Mom and Dad