Charles Ferrell Poindexter

Charles (Poppa) Poindexter passed away peacefully at home on the morning of Thursday, March 16th, 2023.

Charles was born on October 1st, 1939, in Bluefield, West Virginia to Samuel and Ruby Poindexter. He was one of four children. He is survived by two daughters, Sandi Holton of Las Vegas, Nevada, and Beverly Purnell (Bill) of Centennial, Colorado and four grandchildren, whom he loved with all his heart, Carly Holton, Bruer Holton, Kaitlyn Koenig(Jesse) and Riley Mitchell (Jake) and one amazing great grandchild, Barrett. Charles was preceded in death by his wife Nettie, his parents, Samuel and Ruby, and his three siblings, Bobby, Ramona and Rodney.

Charles and Nettie met on the streets of Pocahantas, Virginia, in a rainstorm where Charles ran into her and knocked her belongings out of her hand. He told her to send him the bill for having her nurse's uniform cleaned but sometime later, he asked her out on a date and so began their 58-year love affair.

Charles was so many things to so many people, but to me, he was my first love. I remember my mom telling me she would ask me where I had my daddy, and I would hold up my pinky finger. What 12 or 13-year-old would you find going to the mall with their daddy holding his hand fun. The answer was me, I loved doing anything and everything with him.

I remember when my dad lost his kidneys and went on dialysis, and the decision was made to move my parents out to Colorado. My family never once hesitated in making the decision and have been there by my side every step of the way. I will be forever grateful for the care and love all of us were able to show him.

Our family, well my mom and dad never ever turned away a person in need. From long time family friends, to our Paw-Paw, to countless cousins and even strangers, our house was always open to those who needed a helping hand.

Our family was so blessed to have Poppa in our daily lives for the last nine and a half years. We made so many memories, from countless concerts and trips to Mt. Rushmore, Breckenridge and last year a trip of a lifetime, to which he called the best of his life, to the Grand Canyon. Even a drive to dialysis was eventful with Poppa, his big gasp of breath when he saw the price of gas or counting the number of cars in line at the Starbucks and the little mom and pop coffee shop. My dad was a man of routine, and it was something he did up until my last drive with him.

The greatest gift my daddy left Bill and I with was a letter thanking us for the past 9 years of his life and if there was anything I could say to him right now, it would be no, thank you Poppa for the memories of the past nine and a half years that will last a lifetime.

Becoming "Poppa", as his grandchildren called him, forever changed his life. He loved his four grandchildren with all his heart. I think even more exciting for Poppa was to hear his great grandson Barrett come into our home and yell Poppa. Barrett won't remember Poppa, but I will do my best to keep his memory alive.

From his granddaughter Carly (CarlyBug) on her Poppa:
I have never loved anyone quite the way I loved this man, and I don't think I've ever been loved the way he loved me. He was no saint, but to me he was magic. He knew every song on the radio, he always had Reese cups, we would listen to the same 3 Shania Twain songs on tape in his car while delivering paychecks, he quit drinking for me when I was born and then quit smoking when I was 7 because it made me so sick and I always got the big TV unless General Hospital, NASCAR or the OJ trial was on. I am so incredibly grateful that I got to know and love him for as long as I did. And in true Poppa fashion, his last words were, "oh shit". I've called him Good Lookin' for as long as I can remember, so one more time… Hey Good Lookin'… say hi to Honey for me.

From his granddaughter Kaitlyn (Kaitymydid) on her Poppa:
Oh, Poppa Woppa, there are never going to be the right words. You were made to be a grandpa. You loved your grandkids and great grandson to the ends of the earth.
We shared endless good times. Road tripping to "a bunch of rocks" in South Dakota, scenic drives through the mountains in the fall, concerts at Red Rocks and The Rose. Summers with you and Honey in Virginia were the best: delivering payroll, getting What-A-Burger, Easy Mac lunches, stealing the tiniest bit of your Listerene so you wouldn't know (even though you would've happily shared). Every memory I have with you is full of happiness and laughter. I feel so lucky to have called you, my Poppa. I'm so glad we got to spend so much time together when you moved out here with us.
As Frankie sings, "How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise if I ain't ever young and crazy?" You lived life to the fullest. Make Honey a strawberry daiquiri and pour yourself a Jim Beam. Here's to the World's Best Poppa.

From his granddaughter Riley (RiRi) on her Poppa:
From him chasing me around saying "gimme a kiss" without his teeth to singing along to the radio while riding along at work. Stealing a piece of his Winterfresh gum from his room, even though he would never have cared. While we may not have gotten all the memories growing up, I truly cherish the ones I do have. And while he may not have gotten to watch us grow up, we did have the last 9 years. And the last 9 years were chalk full of adventures, laughs, and a lifetime of memories. No one is ever ready to say goodbye, so it's just see ya' later Poppa.

In lieu of flowers, the family kindly asks for donations to be sent to:
AMERICAN KIDNEY FOUNDATION
www.kindneyfund.org
Phone number: (800)638-8299 Option 1 for donations

Charlie's service will be livestreamed at the scheduled service time. Click Here to view the service.