Charles (Charlie) Scott Robinson
When one loses a man who touched the lives of so many, your grief is shared. That is what is happening around the world right now. Not just me, but the world lost a great, great man. At the young age of only 60 years, this loss was beyond unexpected. This mentor, father to so many that he didn’t father, teacher, friend, instructor, and love of my life, my heart, my soulmate was taken way too soon. I could easily say he was survived by me, Hillary Guptill, his significant other for the last 7 years, but that would be so selfish. Charlie was survived by a generation of young people who looked up to him in Dover, NH and surrounding areas, who gave them a safe place to just be themselves and completely accepted. He is survived by friends who are going to think back fondly on his years of doing Living History reenactments with them, getting them kitted up, guiding them on the ins and outs. Charlie is survived by many whom he taught the love, respect and appreciation of firearms, defense, and making sure to “cover your six.” Charlie is survived by men and women whom he was friends with throughout Dover, Eliot, Kittery, Portsmouth…..I know because we couldn’t go anywhere without someone coming over to say hello and how have you been. Charlie was always ready with a kind word, always enquired about their family/work/life in general. Charlie will be survived by previous co workers and fellows in arms from his time as an MP during his time in Germany as well as fellow officers when he worked in law enforcement stateside.
When I think of Charlie certain words come to mind……loyal, ethical, strong, stubborn (he was a taurus), loving, protective, and private. Some of you know more about his past than I do. He liked to keep his past in his past. We had focused on the present and our future. I have shared a bit about the passions of a Charlie that all of you knew and loved. Now let me share the loves and passions of the man I knew and love. Charlie loved his privacy, his “little cottage in the hood” that he referred to as his sanctuary. He loved to sit outside on summer/autumn evenings after work with his feet up and watch the sun fall thru the branches of the trees, shining on the green grass of the neighbors big back yard, sipping on a craft beer with hops that he picked from his own vines. Charlie loved nature. Plants were a passion of his….inside or out…..didn’t matter. He liked to leave his back yard all wild so the flowers looked like a “wild, witchy” garden. He loved to watch the humming birds collect nectar from the wild foxgloves. He knew the calls of all the birds…..enjoyed the friendliness of the Cat Birds, thought Blue Jays were “assholes”…..enjoyed his beautiful Cardinals. He loved turtles and would turn around to rescue any in the road. He was so…..proper most of the time. He told me he got that from his mom, whom he loved dearly. He said she saved him by giving him culture while growing up in the backwoods of East Woodstock. He loved his mother so much and talked about her often. While growing up in East Woodstock, he developed his love for dogs by helping with the Malamutes his parents raised and the stories he would share about his favorite malamute, Chilly. His love for animals was one of the things I loved most about Charlie. Our evening walks to his “treasure trove”, going for little drives in his “little jeeper” (how proud he was of that little jeep) and showing me where friends gone by had lived and telling me little stories of this one or that, sitting at night watching stupid movies over and over, his multitude of accents and teasing me with the “up Maine” one. He went from all gruff from work to talking baby talk to our cats. He loved our cats….usually greeted them before me when he got home. He wasn’t good at public shows of affection or even intimacy in general, but he loved me and always told me and showed me in ways that mattered most to us. And I will never forget our Monday McDonald’s Dates…yes even Charlie would be naughty once in a while and eat chicken nuggets, fries and share a root beer. He was a man who would offer to brush my hair, share foot rubs at night, make sure I brush my teeth before bed, kiss my forehead and pat me on the bottom. He was tender, loved nature and the quiet beauty of a sunset… and very protective of me. His idea of showing love was ammo, a gun cleaning kit, and a holster for Valentine’s Day…it would keep me safe he would say. People saw a silly man, a strong man, a brilliant man, a knowledgeable man, a reliable man, a controlled man. I saw the man who loved me to hold him, to cuddle and run my fingers thru his hair, to garden for hours or simply sit and watch the leaves blow, the sun descend, and just rest. He had his happy spots that he would take me and no one else…..and to do so was his way of showing his love, his trust. He told me often that he loved that I just let him shake off the façade he had to wear for the outside world and just let him be himself. I saw the tender man that he truly was while with me. Not many in his life saw that. And the bar he set for me of what a man should be…….I promise you…not many can even compete. Gallant, loyal, protective, charming, and true was my Charlie.
Until we meet again, my once in a lifetime love, my heart, MY person, I’ll remember to secure my perimeter, make sure to “confirm kills” for mosquitoes, and mention your name…..I’ll get a good seat. From Hillary, your Shieldmaiden Warrior Goddess Fairy Witch.
Friends and loved ones are invited to attend A Celebration of Charlie’s Life on Sunday January 23rd, 2022 from 3 -6 at the Johnson Funeral Home, 26 Market Street, North Berwick, ME. If possible, I would love for each attendee to bring a prepared written story of their relationship with Charlie….an anecdote, something they remember him for, how he impacted their lives. Burial in the Southern Maine Veterans Cemetery will be in the spring. Arrangements are entrusted to the Johnson Funeral Home, North Berwick, ME. Condolences may be expressed at www.JohnsonFuneralHomeME.com
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