A space to share stories, memories, laughter, and the beautiful chaos she brought into our lives.
“She wasn’t normal. She needs to be studied by science.”
– Charlie’s dad, Charles Hollman
“She didn’t do anything halfway.”
– Everyone who ever met her
Hi, I’m Joe Daly (Charlie’s son) We created Stories of Charlie as a place for all of us who knew her to gather, remember, and keep her wild, hilarious, stubborn, and unforgettable spirit alive. If you knew her, you’ve got a story. Probably a few. Maybe they’re sweet. Maybe they’re ridiculous. Maybe they involve crimes of questionable
I remember being confused which isn't hard when you are hearing challenged. I heard about Charlie but the pronoun was feminine. Ok. Her parents lived down the street and she had come to visit them. She was ensuring their well being in their golden years which was getting fragile much like her own. Later I
There are no greater memories I have of my aunt than those following Thanksgiving Day. She was our fearless Black Friday leader! Encouraging the elbows, race, and spending to get your most desired deal. She always brought the energy and motivation to knock someone over, or out. Sometimes we didn’t even want the damn item,
I remember lots of late night/early morning trips to Soaring Eagle with the Daly family. The trip that stands out the most is when I hadn't seen their mom in a few years. She greeted me with money saying "here have fun" I put the money into a slot machine and slowly lost it. I
My little sister was “one tough broad” as our father would say. She lived her life fully and loved deeply. Her life contained many adventures but I think being a mother and grandmother was actually her favorite thing. Cher was never aware of her beauty, outside and inside, but others saw it. She was loved
