Charles Edward CouchJuly 15, 1948 ~ June 11, 2017 (age 68)
Only child of Harry Couch and Ellen (Straw) Campbell Couch
Survived by his loving wife, Dena Couch of 37 years. His lovely daughter Amber and her two boys. Three of his four beloved step children, Amy Tyson Blair, John Tyson and Annette Bommersbach. His 14 adored grandchildren, 15 precious great grandchildren (he was looking forward to #16 due in October) and a bucket full of cousins.
He enjoyed being at the head of this large, raucous bunch, even though it's been like herding cats, he was pretty good at it. His ability to see right through the BS and get straight to the truth....however blunt, his high expectations, accompanied with earned support and encouragement, his witty, sarcastic sense of humor...nothing was sacred, but it kept everyone honest. These qualities, along with the fact that he loved each and every one of them made him a good, solid role model. I could not have chosen a better family man. He was a huge part of who we are as a family.
He was also a part of the large and raucous Campbell clan. He would tell anyone who would listen that he had a perfect childhood. He speny winters in Tempe, AZ terrorizing the desert and making lifelong friendships and summers in Scottsville TX with his grandparents. Tormenting his cousins any chance he got. Thoughts of his childhood always brought a laugh. It was a consistent joy in his life.
While "herding cats" was pretty high on his list, he had a love/hate relationship with his career. He was a cracker jack concrete salesman, with a reputation that spanned 30+ years and two states. He could turn into a crusty old curmudgeon in a second, but he took great pride in being good at what he did. The man could sell some concrete. The most positive thing for him (besides the groceries and the dumpster privileges) were the deep and lasting friendships he made. Many which go back 30+ years. He appreciated his friends, he loved them, and he felt blessed that so many returned the feelings.
There won’t be any formal services. He just wanted everyone to gather however you want, as often as you want, and for as long as you want and everyone lift a glass in his honor (he suggested tequila) and laugh while you tell Ed Couch stories. We all know that there are enough of those to go around.
He had a happy life. He worked hard, he played hard, and he loved to laugh. He was the life of the party on so many levels. He loved us, we loved him and my bet is that he will not soon be forgotten.