I know “Papa Charles” (my daughters’ name for him) from the wonderful gift he gave me 30+ years ago - my best friend/sister Chelsea. Chelsea and I have been best friends since we were 14. I can’t even remember the first time I met him, I just remember that the Papa Charles and Mama Gwen have always been my second parents. They took me in when I was having a hard time with my own family, came to my wedding in Jamaica, and loved my kids as if they were their own grands.
I remember in college when I came to Charlotte, I of course had to stop at the Simpkins home. I just crossed AKA and Mr. Charles said “hey Delta queen!”. I didn’t have the heart to correct him because he was so happy for me.
I will miss seeing his genuine smile when coming “home”. We love you, Papa Charles. Til we meet again ♥️