His Eulogy For His Sister By Charles Aubin

At Marie's funeral Marie's brother, Charles Aubin, her youngest brother, gave us her last story. One none of us had ever heard. In a short five minutes he summed up her life with love and emotion. We were all just spell bound listening to him.
When Charles was about 6 or 7 years old he would go with his brother, Joe, to what Charlie called, "peddling papers." Of course, papers had to be delivered no matter what the weather was. On this particular day, Charlie rode on a sled to help his brother. The weather was frightfully cold. He said it was below zero.

 Marie Rose Aubin Lizotte
Charles Aubin
July 6, 2018

He was just a little boy and contracted frost bite in his little legs. He was unable to walk for two days or more.
Marie carried her brother everywhere she went for two days. I am having a bit of a problem typing this because stories always give me a picture in my mind. Marie was little more than 5'2". She was sixteen years older than Charles if I am correct. If I am not it makes no difference because she was in fact old enough to be his mother.
Charles talked about that. He told us that Marie was another mother to him. Yes, she was his oldest sister, but she cared for him since the time of his birth. She was not allowed to bathe or change him because he was a boy, but she cared for him in all the other ways. I am sure she rocked him, fed him, played with him etc.
Charles has always loved his sister. He sent her cards, money when she needed it, and  phone calls when she could hear. When Marie was not able to hear on the phone he called us regularly to check on her and also on us. He made scheduled appointments with me so that he could Facetime with her on my IPad. Invariably she teased him about his neck. I thought that was hilarious because she had the identical neck.

 He drove and/or flew to attend as many birthdays that he was able. He was here for her hundredth birthday as well as her hundred and third. He was at her house to celebrate many other birthdays as well.
On her hundred third birthday he came in gave us all a hug and went immediately to her bedroom and visited with her. All the time wishing and hoping that she would/could visit with him again. That was not to be. However, she did act like she knew him and held his hand. Her last act of love.