Charles Wellington Chapoton, Jr.
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Charles Wellington Chapoton, Jr., age 84, died peacefully at Medical City Plano on December 2, 2022.
Charles was born in New Orleans on August 14, 1938. He married his wife Jean in Baltimore in 1964, and Jean and Charles raised their three children, Mark, Beth, and Michael in Plano, Texas, where they moved in 1975. Charles was an engineer with Westinghouse, Texas Instruments, and Raytheon. Charles was an active member of West Plano Presbyterian Church.
Charles earned a Bachelor’s Degree from Louisiana State University and a Master’s Degree and PhD from Johns Hopkins University.
Charles was an avid sailor. Jean and Charles enjoyed sailing, especially in the Caribbean. They cherished annual trips to London, which became some of their happiest times together. Charles was known for his vast knowledge of world history and military affairs, his dry wit, and his pragmatic and practical worldview.
Charles was a loving father. Mark’s fondest memories include his father teaching him to sail and surprising him by showing up at the finish line of Mark’s first Iditarod. Charles supported Michael’s football and skateboarding hobbies and his musical and artistic pursuits. Charles routinely deadpanned, “Beth gets anything she wants,” and while that wasn’t literally true, Beth could always count on her father’s support and encouragement, no matter what path she chose.
Charles is survived by his wife, his three children, and his four siblings. His ashes will be interred in the Chapoton family tomb at St. Louis Cemetery #3 in New Orleans, where there will be a small family gathering.
Memorial contributions to West Plano Presbyterian Church are welcome.
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My father died with his hand in his Son’s. He had said three days prior that he “felt safe when I am there”. People who remember Charles Wellington Chapoton Jr. should know that he did not have an easy death, but that he had a good one, and was comforted and affirmed dying.
He worked hard all his professional life to enjoy, as he saw it, life to the fullest. He raised his children on-purpose, as absolutely as best as he could figure how, and thus none of us are felons and we all pay our own rate. He loved to sail, and made more than one blue-water trip between the US north-east the Caribbean. He was joyous and proud of his sailing. He taught me to sail, and the love of sailing wind and water abides with me still. Though he scared me sailing, I told him while dying, that made me OK with being scared, while succor was in view and assured.
Charles Wellington Chapoton Jr. taught me, as a young teenager, what it meant to be a man of integrity, which is almost the most that a man can do for his son. I told him that story, among many, and he squeezed my hand while dying. I sang to him at night in hospital the songs that he sang to me as a child in bed, and he hummed along and smiled.
He died comforted with a life that, as he said was, “Pretty Good”. I was whispering to him “Good Enough” but he upped that to Pretty Good, and I agreed. He knew that he’d done right with his life’s job.
My father is in Heaven now, saved at his last lucid moment. His pain and frustration and disability are finished.
My father was a sailor, a Boy Scout troop leader, the smartest person in most any room, a great friend and supporter to many, and he died comfortable and affirmed, with his two sons by his side. Rest in peace Charles Dad Chapoton; I’ll see you again some day.
My father died with his hand in his son’s hand in his. He had said three days prior that he “felt safe when I am there”. People who remember Charles Wellington Chapoton Jr. should know that he did not have an easy death, but that he had a good one, and was comforted and affirmed dying.
He worked hard all his professional life to enjoy, as he saw it, life to the fullest. He raised his children on-purpose, as absolutely as best as he could figure how, and thus none of us are felons and we all pay our own rate. He loved to sail, and made more than one blue-water trip between the US north-east the Caribbean. He was joyous and proud of his sailing. He taught me to sail, and the love of sailing wind and water abides with me still. Though he scared me sailing, I told him while dying, that made me OK with being scared, while succor was in view and assured.
Charles Wellington Chapoton Jr. taught me, as a young teenager, what it meant to be a man of integrity, which is almost the most that a man can do for his son. I told him that story, among many, and he squeezed my hand while dying. I sang to him at night in hospital the songs that he sang to me as a child in bed, and he hummed along and smiled.
He died comforted with a life that, as he said was, “Pretty Good”. I was whispering to him “Good Enough” but he upped that to Pretty Good, and I agreed. He knew that he’d done right with his life’s job.
My father is in Heaven now, saved at his last lucid moment. His pain and frustration and disability are finished.
My father was a sailor, a Boy Scout troop leader, the smartest person in most any room, a great friend and supporter to many, and he died comfortable and affirmed, with his two sons by his side. Rest in peace Charles Dad Chapoton; I’ll see you again some day.
My father died with his hand in his sons hands in his. He had said three days prior that he “felt safe when I am there”. People who remember Charles Wellington Chapoton Jr. should know that he did not have an easy death, but that he had a good one, and was comforted and affirmed dying. He worked hard all his professional life to enjoy, as he saw it, life to the fullest. He raised his children on-purpose, as absolutely as best as he could figure how, and thus none of us are felons and we all pay our own rate. He loved to sail, and made more than one blue-water trip between the US north-east the Caribbean. He was joyous and proud of his sailing. He taught me to sail, and the love of sailing wind and water abides with me still. Though he scared me sailing, I told him while dying, that made me OK with being scared, while succor was in view and assured. Charles Wellington Chapoton Jr. taught me, as a young teenager, what it meant to be a man of integrity, which is almost the most that a man can do for his son. I told him that story, among many, and he squeezed my hand while dying. I sang to him at night in hospital the songs that he sang to me as a child in bed, and he hummed along and smiled. He died comforted with a life that, as he said was, “Pretty Good”. I was whispering to him “Good Enough” but he upped that to Pretty Good, and I agreed. He knew that he’d done right with his life’s job. My father is in Heaven now, saved at his last lucid moment. His pain and frustration and disability are finished. My father was a sailor, a Boy Scout troop leader, the smartest person in most any room, a great friend and supporter to many, and he died comfortable and affirmed, with his two sons by his side. Rest in peace Charles Dad Chapoton; I’ll see you again some day.
My condolences to all the Chapoton family. I did not know Charles that well, only that he was there for Jean as she sang in the choir or read the liturgy on many Sundays.
My condolences to the family of Charles Chapoton. Charles and I were classmates in the seventh grade at John L. Ory in Laplace, LA.