ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Charlotte Smith, 54 years old, born on January 15, 1967, and passed away on March 5, 2021. We will remember her forever.
Posted by Autumn Reberry on April 10, 2021
Charlotte was one of those individuals that just had her way of making you feel good she had a great of gold she wasn't selfish infact very giving it's been very difficult realizing she's actually gone maybe it's selfish of me but I'm a little mad at her for it :/ I love you char I don't think any of us were ready for this but apparently our Lord called you to his side heaven got a little brighter that day until we meet again my friend xo <3
Posted by Jerry Kingston on April 9, 2021
Rest easy charr see you when I turn the page ....

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Posted by Autumn Reberry on April 10, 2021
Charlotte was one of those individuals that just had her way of making you feel good she had a great of gold she wasn't selfish infact very giving it's been very difficult realizing she's actually gone maybe it's selfish of me but I'm a little mad at her for it :/ I love you char I don't think any of us were ready for this but apparently our Lord called you to his side heaven got a little brighter that day until we meet again my friend xo <3
Posted by Jerry Kingston on April 9, 2021
Rest easy charr see you when I turn the page ....
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Shared by Janeen Murphy on March 19, 2021
I thought I knew my daughter. What I did know about my daughter was she was smart, curious, artistic and had a love for animals and her niece. She was very smart; looking things up and reading when she didn't know the answers for her curiosity got the best of her. She was very artistic, writing poetry, and photographing nature. The family has some wonderful pictures of flowers she took with an eye and sensitivity for the intricate parts. She had a great love for her niece, reminding one of Auntie Mame, a person of fiction who was eccentric and had a love for others. She had a love for animals, bringing home strays and feeding and caring for homeless cats. What I didn't know was the number of people she had touched, people who strongly feel her loss. Many have contacted us, describing how she had a helped them, expressing true sorrow for her loss. She was a beautiful person inside and out who fought her demons daily. Her presence on this earth had served a purpose, the loss of which will be felt by many. I love you so much.
Shared by Janeen Murphy on March 10, 2021
I have so many stories with my sister with most of them ending with us laughing so very hard. We had this way of getting each other's "goat"- well actually she use to get my "goat" but as we got older it shifted and changed. She loved to pin me down, tickle me and then play with me (only after I would tell on her to mom) when we were little. My mom use to always say to her: "I would watch out Char, Janeen is going to be taller than you and she could beat you up." Of course I ended up being a pacifist. She always seemed to look up to me while I looked up to her. She was so beautiful, smart, funny and loving. She carried with her the sense of wanderlust and she always seemed to be searching for something lost. We would conspire together with a look of the eye to pick on mom and dad, we would build forts together, sing songs, dance and play kick the can with our friends together. She would let this young and naïve sister to hang out with her when she hung out with her friends. She was my cheerleader when I graduated high school, college and as a mom. She loved her niece more than anything in this world. She would do anything for her. She would tease, tickle her and just love on her. She had a passion for photography (see photos), for rescuing animals, and for pretty things (jewelry, perfume, makeup, lotions). She had this way of seeing the details in the most beautiful things especially living things such as flowers.

Char found solace in being with others, and family and friends were her whole world. When she was alone her demons would haunt her but she never forgot about others. She struggled with addiction and mental illness for most of her life but that did not stop her spirit to live on and we could always feel it. 

To say I will miss her would be an understatement. She was my best friend and she will stay my best friend to the end. Love you Char.

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Shared by Janeen Murphy on March 10, 2021
I have so many stories with my sister with most of them ending with us laughing so very hard. We had this way of getting each other's "goat"- well actually she use to get my "goat" but as we got older it shifted and changed. She loved to pin me down, tickle me and then play with me (only after I would tell on her to mom) when we were little. My mom use to always say to her: "I would watch out Char, Janeen is going to be taller than you and she could beat you up." Of course I ended up being a pacifist. She always seemed to look up to me while I looked up to her. She was so beautiful, smart, funny and loving. She carried with her the sense of wanderlust and she always seemed to be searching for something lost. We would conspire together with a look of the eye to pick on mom and dad, we would build forts together, sing songs, dance and play kick the can with our friends together. She would let this young and naïve sister to hang out with her when she hung out with her friends. She was my cheerleader when I graduated high school, college and as a mom. She loved her niece more than anything in this world. She would do anything for her. She would tease, tickle her and just love on her. She had a passion for photography (see photos), for rescuing animals, and for pretty things (jewelry, perfume, makeup, lotions). She had this way of seeing the details in the most beautiful things especially living things such as flowers.

Char found solace in being with others, and family and friends were her whole world. When she was alone her demons would haunt her but she never forgot about others. She struggled with addiction and mental illness for most of her life but that did not stop her spirit to live on and we could always feel it. 

To say I will miss her would be an understatement. She was my best friend. Thank you.