Our mission is to advance change in America by ensuring equitable access to nutritious food for all in... moreOur mission is to advance change in America by ensuring equitable access to nutritious food for all in partnership with food banks, policymakers, supporters, and the communities we serve. Through a network of more than 200 food banks, 21 statewide food bank associations, and over 60,000 partner agencies, food pantries and meal programs, we helped provide 6.6 billion meals to tens of millions of people in need last year. Feeding America also supports programs that prevent food waste and improve food security among the people we serve; brings attention to the social and systemic barriers that contribute to food insecurity in our nation; and advocates for legislation that protects people from going hungry. less
We created a GatheringUs memorial to celebrate the life of Chuck McHose . Collecting your stories and memories here will offer us great comfort. If we plan virtual gatherings, we will post invites. Remember to RSVP to help us plan. Thank you for contributing to this lasting memorial.
OBITUARY
Chuck McHose passed away on April 14th, 2020 at St. Mary’s Hospital in Richmond, VA from complications of COVID-19. This is not a traditional obituary, as he would truly hate that. This is a tribute to him.
Let’s start with the basics. Chuck was a devoted, unconditionally loving husband. He was a supportive, helpful-at-all-times, unconditionally loving father and grandfather. He was a minister, a friend, a teacher, a... see more
Chuck McHose passed away on April 14th, 2020 at St. Mary’s Hospital in Richmond, VA from complications of COVID-19. This is not a traditional obituary, as he would truly hate that. This is a tribute to him.
Let’s start with the basics. Chuck was a devoted, unconditionally loving husband. He was a supportive, helpful-at-all-times, unconditionally loving father and grandfather. He was a minister, a friend, a teacher, a carpenter, a golfer, a musician, a tennis player, a coach, and at times, a used car and tennis racket salesman.
Chuck was the most generous man most of us will ever know. He was quick to help, eager to give, and demonstrated his love for the world through his service. Most of all, he was kind. He saw potential in everyone. He placed trust in everyone. He was a teacher at heart. Whether he was giving a sermon, performing a wedding, or sitting drinking a cup a scalding hot coffee with you, you were going to learn something. He did this, seemingly, without even trying.
He was humble. He never would believe he had the impact he had on others, but that never stopped him from giving 100% effort. He was devoted to being a good and kind person. A generous person. Without pomp and circumstance, and without need for validation.
He loved his people incredibly hard. He was known for fixing things “The McHose Way” which is a fancy way of saying “kind of half assed, but it got the job done.” He would build anything you needed- and hand deliver it to you promptly. Maybe this was a car-desk (a Chuck McHose invention), maybe it was a guinea pig cage, maybe it was a bookcase, maybe it was a tool to help you build something yourself, or maybe it was even a tool he built to take the place of a tool you didn’t have or didn’t exist yet. He always made it happen.
He always had coffee and peanuts to offer. He had a bunch of weird hats that he wore with absolutely no concern for how ridiculous they were. He broke watches constantly and had about 397 thrift store golf clubs.
He could give you the theological background of any Bible story, complete with citations and a thorough understanding of the intersection of theology, history, and religion. He believed that Jesus is mostly here to teach us generosity, humility, kindness, and forgiveness. He was not a devout man. He was a faithful man, even in the face of adversity and doubt.
Chuck believed in giving. He gave- in every way, to everyone- for his entire life. He continues to give, even in death, by being an example of one of the best humans this Earth will ever see. And those of us touched by him will feel his presence and spread his gifts as we move forward in life, giving to others.
In light of current circumstances, there will be no public celebration of life in order to preserve the safety and health of the public. We ask that you celebrate his life daily, being led by his example. And if you must offer some sort of physical token, we suggest a donation to Feeding America or HealthWell Foundation, a blood donation, and most importantly- showing up in local, state, and federal elections to cast your vote for those who uphold the values Chuck so authentically lived for- kindness, generosity, forgiveness, and love.
Chuck and I were friends during our first year in seminary. We did some traveling and clowning around, played softball and found our grounding for our futures in the church. Among other prompts, I have always, always thought of him when listening to... moreChuck and I were friends during our first year in seminary. We did some traveling and clowning around, played softball and found our grounding for our futures in the church. Among other prompts, I have always, always thought of him when listening to the 70's band Chicago. So it was this morning. I googled him and was dismayed to see that he had passed. I am glad to see that he continued to bring joy and hope throughout his life. I note that this is close to the anniversary of his death, and I pray God's continued comfort for his family. Blessings to you all. less
Chuck McHose was our pastor. I knew him as "Pastor Chuck". I only knew Pastor Chuck for approximately 5 months. In that short time, he made a lasting impression on me. He came to our church at a time when we needed a pastor to guide us in... moreChuck McHose was our pastor. I knew him as "Pastor Chuck". I only knew Pastor Chuck for approximately 5 months. In that short time, he made a lasting impression on me. He came to our church at a time when we needed a pastor to guide us in our faith and give us hope. He did that and a lot more!!!
He was warm, kind, funny, talented, and selfless. As a volunteer, I had the privilege of working with him on Fridays. Let me say, it didn't feel like work at all! He was so easy to talk to! We would talk about all sorts of things. Life experiences, family, religion, etc...He was a great listener and never passed judgement on me. He had a way of making people feel valued. He never made me feel inferior or lacking knowledge, although he knew a lot more about stuff than I. He shared his love of music and had a beautiful voice.
I remember him and Pam coming to church on his day off one Friday when I was "holding down the fort" alone. Not because they thought I was incompetent, but because they wanted to make sure I was doing ok. That is just one example of many I remember about him. I loved being around him and Pam! I could tell how much they loved each other. We joked, laughed, and had such a good camaraderie!
Now, I am saddened. My heart aches for Pam and his family. He was such a good man.
He will be missed by so many people.
Pam, if there is anything Courtney and I can do for you or your family. Don't hesitate to ask. We are here for you. less
I am deeply wounded by the loss of Chuck McHose, my sister’s husband, and a member of our family. I loved Chuck. When Chuck (His mother referred to him as Charles) entered my world, it was as a ten-year-old kid. Sis (Pam) met him while he was finishing... moreI am deeply wounded by the loss of Chuck McHose, my sister’s husband, and a member of our family. I loved Chuck. When Chuck (His mother referred to him as Charles) entered my world, it was as a ten-year-old kid. Sis (Pam) met him while he was finishing his pastoral education. I was a squirrtely kid. -But I was smart enough to recognize the guy showing an interest in my sister was not average. In any manner. Chuck was brilliant, entertaining, and could seemingly do anything. I wish I could share a thousand stories about how he played a trumpet, a guitar, piano, or whatever he picked up. Truth. He was amazing.
Charles Jones McHose was one of a kind. He was a couple years older than Pam, and being that I am the youngest of the Fleming clan, I had little to gauge the quality of my sister’s suitors. What I recall is that when Chuck stopped by, new things were learned, and my view of the world changed. Chuck paid attention to his girlfriend’s kid-brothers. Chuck lived in the real world. He didn’t skip stones across the water. Chuck was in the moment and aware. Though he was much older than me, he paid attention and engaged me thoughtfully. Chuck was an “only child” so I reckon he didn’t have much experience with siblings and kids pawing at him, yet he never let on if I was an annoyance. Chuck was a revelation. I loved Chuck.
Chuck introduced me to many of my musical hero’s. I spent a good portion of several summers with Sis and Chuck. What an experience. Chuck most likely had no idea what to do with a kid my age living in his home, but he recognized my circumstances and set me up. He pulled out his old records, some stereo components and a couple big speakers. I blasted music (out of a parsonage) like it was my personal Woodstock Music and Arts Fest.
Pam and Chuck were the first people to show me how life works, and how to accept that not everything will be perfect, but that it will be all right. Chuck wasn’t good at hanging out, nor am I. Chuck didn’t want to be part of the conversation, but Chuck was the man that gathered the pieces, collected the rubble, and made things whole. Chuck was there when the dust settled. He was my sister’s husband and I loved him for loving her.
Charles Jones McHose was a caring, brilliant, uncomfortable man. He couldn’t sit still because he understood the world. I will forever treasure being part of his family. I only wish he knew how much I admired and loved him. less
I've known Chuck for about 20 years through his daughter Beth. I already had a couple of indirect connections to him at the time Beth and I grew close during middle school: he was a minister at the church my dad grew up attending, and his son Chris ran... moreI've known Chuck for about 20 years through his daughter Beth. I already had a couple of indirect connections to him at the time Beth and I grew close during middle school: he was a minister at the church my dad grew up attending, and his son Chris ran cross country with my brother.
Chuck was a kind, hilarious man, and it was clear early on that he and Beth were very much alike. They had many of the same passions and interests and even shared similar affectations and gestures. The love in the McHose family has always been apparent to me, and I was lucky to share in it as Chuck and Pam would always welcome me into their home. I remember Chuck's love of dogs and his dad jokes. In July of 2018 Chuck and Pam made the four hour drive to attend our wedding, and Chuck was our officiant. His beautiful words at our ceremony will always stick with me.
His family is so lucky to have had him in their lives, and he will be greatly missed. less
MR. Chuck was my pastor growing up at St Paul's UMC Christiansburg va. Our youth leader I remember going on trips to Williamsburg with our church. Then I was blessed to have him officiate my wedding. My heart breaks for his family and friends. He was... moreMR. Chuck was my pastor growing up at St Paul's UMC Christiansburg va. Our youth leader I remember going on trips to Williamsburg with our church. Then I was blessed to have him officiate my wedding. My heart breaks for his family and friends. He was truly loved by everyone. He left a mark on everyone he came in contact with. He will always have a place in my heart. Rest in peace. Prayers and much love for his loved ones he will be missed less
It was a long time ago, and my relationship with Chuck only lasted a few months in reality. I landed in Christiansburg my junior year, and ended up best friends and doubles partners with Chris. Chuck was always welcoming, always cheerful. I lived and... moreIt was a long time ago, and my relationship with Chuck only lasted a few months in reality. I landed in Christiansburg my junior year, and ended up best friends and doubles partners with Chris. Chuck was always welcoming, always cheerful. I lived and breathed tennis, and he loved the sport probably even more than I did. I spent a lot of time at the McHose home, and was always treated like family. Chris was (is) my brother, and Chuck was another father and cared for me like one. I have an awesome dad, so it’s not like he felt like I needed some kind of father figure. He was just fatherly. Kind. Happy. My time there ended sooner than my 16 year old self really wanted it to. When Chuck found out my family was moving, he offered me a place at his table. A bed in his home. A home to live in. Ultimately, I moved with my family (and rightly so), but I know Chuck would have loved me like a son had I stayed. It’s been almost 30 years, and although I’ve been fortunate enough to catch back up with my friend and brother Chris a couple of times, I never got to catch back up with that second dad from so long ago. We moved 3 times in 4 years when I was 14-17 years old. Three different states. Different schools. Different cultures. My parents did their best, did what needed to be done. I adjusted well, and was strengthened by the experience, but I needed strong people, loving people, along the way to help me thrive. Chuck was one of those people. The McHose Family means a lot to me. You all had a bigger and more positive impact than you could have ever known. less