We all grew up having one special relative.  I know Uncle Charlie was that special uncle to Marie.

I remember him always willing to help us, especially with our new house.  One of these precious memories is when he came to visit us with Aunt Helen and helped me paint our living room and dining room.  The first time one of us spilled some paint was annoying, but when it happened a few more times it became a running joke and the response each time was "holly s**t".  Aunt Helen couldn't stop laughing.

He was so handy, especially working with wood.  Give him a 2x4 and he'd make a table out of it!

And how about him and his coffee - "nectar of the gods".

He was that special uncle.