If my brother was here now, he would tell you how she opened his heart to animals. After the birth of my mom's fifth child, another girl, Charlotte knew the only boy in the family, my brother, would be outnumbered and possibly frustrated that no brother besides himself had been produced. So firecracker Charlotte came to our house with an apple bushel basket and a little puppy inside! We were goofy excited to see that little reddish brown dog and took turns holding him but Charlotte made it clear that Bullet, belonged to my brother. She surely knows how far her kind deed went, hopefully the angels tell her about my brother's love of dogs to this day. So much so that at one time I think he had twelve of them of every size. Dogs that wouldn't have had a home without my brother's love.
I believe this life is held together with the kindnesses of others and we may not all have the same stories but we do share the same feelings. My Christmas lights twinkle and I don't mind how long they took me to untangle, they remind me of family. All of us braided into each other, hard to separate and held together by a single cord. Thank you Charlotte for every moment with you and all your fingerprints you've left behind.