Every day, some 150,000 inhabitants of this earthly life pass onto the next one. Most of the time, all those dying people are inconsequential to me. Then, I begin to wonder which ones cancelled out my vote in the last election, and I see how the world is possibly a better place without them.
My Dad spent many years canceling out my vote with zeal, but when his time came to float up there into the ether, the world got no better. Just the opposite. That’s the way it is with people you know and love, despite their political leanings.
Charles D. Chesak, who passed away on Monday, probably never cancelled out my vote, but if he did he’d be one of those vote-cancellers whose passing didn’t make the world any better either. I’ll remember Mr. Chesak as a man who served his country in the complicated Vietnam War and had the scars to prove it, and as an avid New England Patriots fan who sat in my living room and drank O’Doul’s (or was it Clausthaler?) for the Pat’s two Super Bowl victories, and the two subsequent excruciating losses.
Rest in Peace, Mr. Chesak. You’ll be missed.