Charlie in Heaven, by Bill Helfrich, 1985


July 17, 2022

My brother Charlie – Charles Burgess Rohrer, who died on June 15, 1985 – would be 58 years old today if he were still in the body. He died of so-called suicide, although all suicides are Satan’s work, less than three weeks before his 21st birthday. I began this blog in honor of him, and made it a website to do God’s work for humanity, to help others come to the Truth, which is YHWH, Jesus Christ incarnate. He is the only cure for PTSD.

I was entrusted with the remains of Charlie’s ‘effects’, things he had carefully stored before he walked in the highway. I’d had a premonition it would happen less than 24 hours before, but dismissed it as fear. The next day he was dead, the call came just as it did in my waking dream.

My children Emily and Max were 5 and 2 when my brother Charlie died, respectively, and the mental image of a record needle scudding across spinning vinyl to leave a deep gouge is no where near the change in our life his exit from life caused.

He was placenta previa and an emergency C-Section. He would have been 21 on this day 37 years ago. Ezekiel 37 is the life brought to the Valley of Dry Bones. Psalms 37:37 reads “Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of that man is peace.” It stands for salvation and rebirth. I feel very close to Charlie today. He is right here with me. I drink from his Boy Scout mug and have his motocross trophy on the table next to me.

My brother is in my heart and I believe I will see him again, and soon. I cannot think of a single hurtful thing he ever intentionally did to anyone. No one ever had a bad thing to say about him. He had worn thick glasses since before he was 2 (and he saved every pair, I have all of them, broken frames, popped out lenses and all, in his ‘effects’), and was the brunt of bullies. He was spiritually very kind, and never fought back but turned the other cheek. I took my three younger brothers to sunday school and church on sundays from 1970 – 1975 in place of my parents’ role they abandoned when they divorced, and Charlie sat on my right in the pew, paying more attention than Jay or David, who I had to sit between Charlie and Jay to keep him in place.

Charlie was so present in our lives that Emily and Max learned to say “Uncle Charlie” before they said “Daddy”. Charlie was my best friend (then there came Christal, who also died, in 2001).

Happy Birthday Charlie. See you on the other side!


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