Antoine Portelli writes:

We met at Hastings car park. He was going for a committee meeting at La Vallette band club. I was leaving my office. He had just been elected president of the band club. I congratulated him. He said: “I need your help.” That was five years ago.

Since then, we have been working very closely together. I got to know Charles very well. His experiences in various fields of activities, being business, management, sport, philanthropy, were there to be shared. He never hesitated to pass on his knowledge.

Charles was a true gentleman, a gentle giant. Yet, his heart was much bigger than anything.

He was always concerned about people, be they his employees, players, supporters, colleagues, bandsmen, friends.

Up until last Wednesday, when we spoke last, on his hospital bed, looking tired and exhausted, he asked about my father’s health. He was always there for all.

Charles always made his beliefs known to all. He had no grey areas – he either agreed with your position or was against. Yet, if he was in disagreement, he always presented his position and thoughts. And if you were able to convince him otherwise, he would be the first to admit he was wrong and take your suggestions on board.

His humanity and humbleness made him approachable by all. There was never a single moment when he ignored anyone.

His family was his greatest blessing. He spoke with pride about the immediate family and when his grandson was born he was ecstatic. Yet, he had other ‘families’. I was fortunate enough to be part of one of these. He held everyone close to his heart and mind.

However, his ‘other children’ - the Sisters of St Ursula, in Valletta – were his closest friends. Charles practised the gospel and kept a very low profile when he helped others. Hundreds of people can privately attest to this.

His sickness took its toll over the past years. He bore the illness with courage and fortitude. Charles never let out a cry and kept performing his duties up to the last weeks. I am sure that he is now already reaping the fruit of his toils and work.

His respect and love towards everyone who crossed his path was unquantifiable. He will truly be missed by all, yet, as ever, he will keep a watchful eye on us and in his way help us become better.

As I always told him every time I left his side: “Bezzjoni Charles” (bless me Charles).