Charlotte A. Agostinho

Charlotte Ann Agostinho, 68 years old, passed away peacefully at home with her loved ones by her side on December 12th, 2019. Charlotte was born July 17, 1951 to Joseph and Charlotte Miller ne (McQuillan). She was the second oldest child, her brother Joseph being the oldest, followed by her sister Eileen, and sadly predeceased by her youngest brother Michael. Charlotte is survived by her adoring and devoted husband Denis, and her two children, Tara Santarpia (nee Malone), and Peter Malone. She is tragically predeceased by her stepson Michael Agostinho. Her greatest joy in life was to spend time with her family, and her 3 grandsons, Liam, James and Alexander Santarpia. Charlotte was a lover of life, and a great inspiration to all. She shined light wherever she went, and made this world a better place just by being in it. She spent her life's work successfully managing the family business in the field of insurance. She was a volunteer bereavement counselor for St. Charles Hospice for 10 years, a volunteer religious education teacher for children, and a Eucharist minister each week at Sunday mass. In her free time she enjoyed spending time outdoors whether it be in the garden, at the beach, in her kayak, or on a long adventure hike. She was an avid reader, and a wonderful cook, but most importantly she was the most inspirational, loving, devoted and incredible wife, mom, grandmom, sister, aunt, cousin and friend anyone could ask for. Heaven gained the most precious and beautiful angel. She fought with every ounce of her being. May she now rest eternally in Gods hands. Her radiant soul, and the memories we share will never be forgotten. God's GardenGod looked around his gardenAnd found an empty place.He then looked down upon the earth,And saw your tired face.He put His arms around youAnd lifted you to rest.God's garden must be beautiful,He always takes the best.He knew that you were suffering,He knew that you were in pain.He knew that you would neverGet well on earth again.He saw the road was getting roughAnd the hills were hard to climb.So He closed your weary eyelidsAnd whispered 'Peace be thine.'It broke our hearts to lose youBut you did not go alone' For part of us went with youThe day God called you home.Author: D. W. MCCONWAY