On the walk home today I stopped and took a rather mundane photo of the forest. I had a thought as.I looked across the trees and over the bank to the river below, a tribute of sorts.
There was a death in the family today, my mother-in-law passed away at 10am this morning. It filtered to Kirk, and then to me shortly afterwards.
I knew Charlotte as a kind and giving woman. She made me feel welcome, always.
She also became one of my mother’s closest friends. There were five of them, and now there are two. Mom left this plane first. Heather, Mom’s best friend, followed her a couple of years ago. And Charlotte has joined them now. Joy and Carol remain.
She suffered dementia these past years, and was living in a home in Prince George. We hadn’t seen her in years, though we’d been the ones to get her affairs settled for her care because there were some extenuating circumstances with her biological children.
Kirk, her stepson, stepped up and go things sorted out. But his voice confused her when he would call, it seemed to remind her of her ex-husband, Kirk’s father, and it agitated her. The home asked that we not contact her, it would help keep her calm and happy.
There are more complications to the story, but that’s enough, it doesn’t need airtime. The best we could do was make sure she was cared for.
Now her confusion is over, and she has become stardust, like Mom and Heather.
Rest in peace Charlotte. I appreciated the time I spent with you.
