I remember my Tante Charlotte, as being a warm and kind person. My earliest recognition of my Aunt Charlotte was as a small child, when we would receive glorious cards filled with many hearts, hugs and kisses, accompanied by fabulous penmanship, always with a flourish and artistic embellishments. I wondered who was this person that sent such loving cards? As a small child I recall that was the first time I received love from someone I had not met, as we lived in Ontario and she in Calgary. That was significant! Eventually when we met, on a trip out west I also met my two cousins, Diane and Brian. Diane seemed very mature and kind to me as she was and is a very statuesque person, while Brian and I were the same age and got along like a couple of squirrels playing in the garden for hours and hours… I also remember my Aunt Charlotte spending those same hours and more in the kitchen to get our evening meal cooked to perfection. This resulted in an exotically late night, when finally we ate supper around midnight! Another time, much older, as an independent woman in my twenties, my Aunt came to visit me in Vancouver and treated me to a lovely lunch overlooking English Bay. She said kind things to me that helped boost my confidence. Much later again, after she met Oncle Herbert, they came to visit when I lived in West Vancouver. My companion Roberto met Herbert and Charlotte as well at that time, and he immediately loved Charlotte and always spoke kindly of her as well. I thought it was wonderful that Charlotte and Herbert got together when they were both 79 years young! I loved that Charlotte was into subtle energy-based healing and that likely sparked my own interest in natural health and healing as well, which is one of my deep passions still. I am so grateful to Herbert for caring so lovingly for my Aunt in her last eleven years, especially as her own health was such a challenge the last couple of years. Thank you dear Aunt Charlotte for existing, for being my Aunt, and friend along this life journey. May you always fly high in peace and love!
Karen Enslin, Niece
