Charlie is my father's bestest friend. They have known each other since the early seventies. My father was working for Greene's Drugs and Charlie came in with questions about his son.
"He's autistic," my father told Charlie.
Dad was the first person to correctly diagnose Charlie's son. They grew to be fast friends and Randall later learned to speak with my help. Charlie says my interaction with Randall from an early age brought him out of his shell. I always beam when Charlie says that, and he tells me often.
All three children being me, my brother, and my sister would go to Charlie before our own relatives if something happened. We feel that close to him. He is, for all intents and purposes, the brother my father never had.