As many people have already written, Edith was a force. In 1977, she helped Indigenous Peoples of the Americas to have a gathering at the Palais des Nations in Geneva.  Despite the many attempts by various governments to stop the effort, she pressed ahead with the planning. She saw oppression and attempts to silence those voices by stepping forward to give a space to be heard. Edith did not tell people what to say or not. She opened the doors and invited people to go through – tell their truths. In all the years that I sat with her either in the Palais des Nations or in her kitchen or on the patio, her mind was always active. Her clear mind was as sharp as a tack to the end. My last visit with her in December 2024,  she was asking questions about the work. Her age did not diminish her inquistive mind.  Her age did physically limit her movements but never dulled her mind.  When her eyes were failing, she tried to find ways to still gather information. We talked about audio books but had the same response to them – we fell asleep listening. The loss of her eyesight hindered her ability to read her murder mysteries – a shared love.  In the later years, I used to talk about books that I had read and gave her an outline of those books – the good and bad about the books. I always used to bring her jars of Saskatoon Berry Jam – a treat for her. A berry that is not available in Europe.  It is a berry from our territory.  She had acquired a taste for the jam when her family came to our territory and spent time in northern Alberta.  We talked about the harsh winters and what a shock it was for her family to encounter those temperatures.  Edith helped so many people  – it is hard to imagine going to Geneva and not stopping at the apartment – having a tea and a chat.   Travel well Edith – you have earned your rest. Much love to you and to your family who will go on with their lives – well armed to deal with all that life throws their way.