He was my biggest inspiration.
He was always smiling. 
He was always optimistic. 
His name was Chuck.

When I was 9, I moved in to the house across the street.
Chuck had a shiny new corvette. 
He loved to race with all his heart.
It was his form of happiness

One day, he had asked me to go racing with him.
It was a once in a lifetime experience.
He could have asked anyone, but he asked me.
I was absolutely thrilled.

The light turns green.
We start our first lap on the track.
My body is shot back against the seat.
I hold on for dear life as he approaches 140mph.

His name was Chuck.
He passed away at the age of 69 on October 19th, 2019 from a 14-month battle with cancer.

Chuck was given 4 months to live.
He stayed optimistic.
He raced every chance he got.
He never stopped living his life.

By smiling through the worst times, he made it another 10 months.
No matter how tough it got, he never gave up. 
He fought until the very last day.
I will never forget him.

Chuck loved life, and he taught me to live my life every day, so when I die, I die happy and know I did everything I could to make my time on earth worth it.
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