She saw beauty and potential in the cracks of life. She appreciated things that others might walk by—the empty space in the garden, a lone flower among rocks in the desert, or a person needing someone to listen.
Charlotte filled her life and her home with a density of intention. She added little touches that, individually, might go unnoticed,
but when taken in their entirety, created a feeling of warmth and comfort. She loved traditions, and honored them with the planning and effort to create the resulting magic.
She always had gifts for others ready to share, especially books from The Bookies Bookstore.
She was present to those around her. Listening more than speaking. Observing what was being said and, equally important, what was not being said. Providing loving care and boundaries for the kids she watched over and a willing ear for their parents. When others were with Charlotte, she could offer a kind word, an insight, a gift of herself.
With her hands in the earth and dirt under her fingernails, she found joy, solace, and grounding in the garden.
Charlotte cared deeply about justice, especially the acceptance of women in all aspects of life.
She did the ordinary, everyday things we all do, suffusing them with her presence and love.
May she rest in peace.
