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Charles Eugene Meade

April 26, 1929 February 3, 2012
Charles Eugene Meade
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Feb. 3, 2012 I received a call tonight that my father had passed away very quickly and peacefully after and long battle with cancer. This was the same day that my daughter and her husband lost their unborn baby girl, Matilda. Although the news was very upsetting, God gave me a very real sense of peace and a beautiful vision that I will remember forever. I wanted to share my thoughts while they are so very strong and fresh in my mind. I have never met a man who loved babies as much as my Dad. He always wanted to hold them, talk to them, sing to them and pour out every ounce of love in his heart to them. And with Dad, it wasn�t just the �fun� stuff with babies. He fed them, bathed, them, changed their diapers and anything else that was involved with truly caring for a child. Some of the happiest moments of my Dad�s life were the times when he had a child, grandchild or great grandchild in his arms. It is uncommon for a man to have such a genuine affection for babies, but my Dad was an uncommon man. I truly believe his affection for children was a gift from God, and through Dad, God touched all of us in a very special way. In the moments after I received the call about my Dad�s passing into God�s presence, I had a beautiful vision. I saw Papaw (as he was known to his grandchildren) and baby Matilda, walking into heaven hand-in-hand. I didn�t see their faces, because they were walking calmly and peacefully away from me. It was as if Dad was very comfortably walking little Matilda along a path with her hand in his very reassuringly telling her about all the things that they were seeing. It was a picture of total peace, love, and security for both of them. In that very moment, God comforted me with the thought that neither Dad, nor Matilda, were would be making this journey alone, but that they would be meeting Jesus together. Matilda would have a Papaw by her side who loved babies more than anyone, and Papaw would have the chance to love and watch over one more little baby. Papaw and Matilda are both at this moment experiencing the promise that God gave to each of us in Revelation 21:3-5. And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, �Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away. Then He sat on the throne and said, �Behold, I will make all things new. And He said to me, �Write, for these words are true and faithful.� I will miss my Dad because for nearly 57 years he has been my best friend. He was always the first person I would call to share good news in my life. He always had time to play ball with me as a kid. He taught me how to throw a baseball, shoot a basketball, and throw a football, skills that led me to an athletic career from grade school through college that taught me important lessons and opened doors for me throughout my life. And during all those years, Dad was sitting in the stands watching me, cheering for me, and always encouraging me. Dad�s teaching and encouragement didn�t stop there, but it continued through my own marriage, raising my children, pursuing my career, and growing in my faith in Jesus Christ. I have heard many times that our earthly fathers are only a shadow of the love and care we will experience from our heavenly Father, but my Dad cast a very big and loving shadow over all our lives. He was truly a role model of what God wanted a father to be. Every time I repair a car, a washing machine, or a hundred other things, I fondly think of my Dad who taught me. We didn�t always get it done right the first time, but usually, we eventually figured it out. I�ll never forget the time Dad and I spent a day wiring a basement I was remodeling. When we had the last switch-plate in place he said �Ok, give it a try�. The lights worked just fine, but every time we hit the switch we heard a strange noise. We soon realized that we had tapped into the same wire that controlled the garage door opener. Every time the lights went on, the garage door went up. We had a good laugh over that one. When I went away to college my parents moved into a townhouse. Dad decided to build me a room in the basement so I would have a place when I came home on weekends and over the summer. One Saturday morning I woke up and all the ceiling tiles Dad had stapled to the rafters were lying on top of me. It was another occasion for a good laugh and a lasting memory. One of Dad�s favorite saying was �If a man built it, I certainly should be able to take it apart and put it back together again.� Most of the time he was right! I never doubted Dad�s love for me and he never doubted my love for him. I am so thankful that I am able to let my Dad go without a single regret. Nothing left undone, no words left unspoken. The last words Dad and I said to each other were �I love you�, and I will be those were some of the first words that my Dad said to me when he welcomed me into this world. God blessed me and my three sisters with a father who loved his wife and his children more than anything in the world. Dad had very few hobbies throughout his life, because his family was his �hobby�. His greatest joy came from his family and his love made us all feel very safe and secure throughout our lives. It also taught us how to be kind and loving parents to our own children. We grew up in a home where hugs, laughter, and the words �I Love You� were a part of our everyday life. Dad and Mom taught us to trust in God, love one another and to take the time to help others who needed a hand. I truly believe that God designed us to receive our greatest joys and blessings in those times when we give of ourselves and reach out to be a blessing to others. I am so grateful that I saw that kind of example for the past 57 years. My Dad lived a wonderfully blessed and fulfilling life because he gave so much of himself to those around him. The gifts he gave to his wife, his children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren will endure and produce much good fruit for generations to come. I thank God for giving me the best father a kid could ever hope for! I will miss being in his physical presence, but his spiritual presence and his love permeate every aspect of my life and will be with me, my family and the lives of those he touched for eternity. Charles Eugene Meade, age 82, resident of Lebanon, passed away quietly on February 3, 2012 with his family beside him. He was the devoted husband of Patricia (nee Kelly) Meade, loving father of Charles (Janet) Meade Jr., Kimberly (Chester) Henderson, Jean Meade, Betsy (Hamid) Pourvakil and the late Benjamin T. Meade, treasured grandfather of Adam and Christian Hope Meade, Joshua and Sarah Henderson, Olivia Meade and Javan Pourvakil, and proud great grandfather of Lola and the late Matilda Jane. He will also be missed by seven nephews, one niece and a multitude of friends. Private services will be held at the family�s convenience. In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorials are directed to OHC Cancer Research Fund, 5053 Wooster Rd. Cincinnati, OH 45226 or Hospice of Cincinnati, PO Box 633597, Cincinnati, OH 45263.

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