Beverly Evans
The McKnight family is one of the treasures in my memory box. Charles McKnight knew how to tell a story, knew how to let his girls be original and creative, and he had a wonderful smile. It always seemed to me that even when he was being Martha’s-dad-in-the-family-room, there was laughter hiding behind his smile of hello. Not the laughter of condescension, but the laughter of delight. I pray the McKnight ladies will find comfort in their grief, knowing is passing will leave such a profound blank space in their lives. Love to you all.