On Tuesday March 1011, 2020 CharlesArthur Brousard fell asleep in death. Charles was a loving father, a dedicated grandfather, a beloved brother, a cherished nephew, the cool uncle, and a loyal friend. Charles was born July 2411 1952 in Greencastle Indiana. He was born to Charles Due and Wilma Mae Robinson. He was raised by his loving grandmother Ms. Lucy Brousard. Growing up on the southside of Greencastle Charles made many friends and was well known and respected by people in town. He spent much of his time playing sports and being outside. He loved to fish and to have a good bonfire. Those friends thatturned into family were invaluable to him. There was not a crossword puzzle Charles could not solve. He enjoyed doing puzzles and listening to the radio. Charles spent many years as a mentorand as counselorforchildren. He mentored many kids overthe years. He was known foralways having a listening ear and giving sound advice. What he cherished most were his children, grandchildren, and family. Charles is proceeded in death by his grandmother Lucy Brousard, his motherWilma Mae Robinson, his fatherCharles Due, his aunts Virginia Sligh and Jackie Jean Jackson, his sister, his brothers Randy and Richard Robinson, his cousin Tony Churchill, his son Charles Aaron Brousard, his granddaughter Kayla Noel Goggins. Surviving relatives carrying on his legacy include his girlfriend Stephanie Bargnesi, aunt Alice Sligh, his brothers Brent Robinson and Clifford Due, his children Alicia Brousard-Goggins, Rufus (Sierra) Gaston, and ArinterGaston. His grandchildren Trunnis Goggins Ill, Alexis Goggins, Tatiana Goggins, and Madaline Gaston. His great grandchild Jadden Lee Arron Kelley; and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, and many loving friends. His special grandpuppySnooqi. To say he was well loved is not enough. He was our beloved and will be genuinely missed. Though we can no longer see him with our eyes or touch him with our hands, Charles will be foreverfelt in our hearts. March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear notthe thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path. On to your next great adventure.