Charlotte M. Cutler

Charlotte M. Cutler, 84, of Las Vegas, Nevada, passed away on April 8, 2026, following a brief but brave battle with cancer. In her final days, she showed the same quiet strength and fierce independence that had shaped her life, holding on to both with grace until the very end. Known lovingly to her family as “Sherry,” she was a steady source of strength and a constant light of joy to all who knew her best.

Born on August 23, 1941, in Anaconda to Michael J. and Mary Alice (Levick) Frankovich, Charlotte was truly a daughter of the mountains who later found her home beneath the warmth of the desert sun. She began her career in the chemistry lab at Anaconda Copper Company before following her creative spirit into cosmetology. As a hairstylist, she found genuine joy in helping others feel their best, treasuring not only the artistry of her work but the laughter, stories, and connections shared in “the shop” throughout her years.

When someone lives a life as full as she did, it's impossible to capture everything they meant to the people who loved them. But if there is one thing I hope everyone remembers about our mom, it's that she truly knew how to live.

She found joy in the simple things and wonder in the everyday moments. She could be reading quietly in her backyard, surrounded by birds and flowers, or setting off on an adventure across the country. She loved seeing new places, meeting new people, trying new things, and collecting stories along the way. She never stopped being curious about the world.

Mom had a way of making people feel comfortable almost immediately. She could strike up a conversation with anyone, and somehow, before long, they would be sharing stories, laughing, and feeling like they'd known her forever. She wasn't just someone who passed through people's lives—she left a little piece of herself behind wherever she went.

Many of you knew her as Charlotte. To our family, she was Sherry.

She was funny—really funny. She had a quick wit and a gift for delivering the perfect one-liner at exactly the right moment. Some of our best memories aren't attached to major events or milestones; they're attached to moments of laughter. A joke around a campfire. A clever comment that caught everyone off guard. A smile that spread through the room because Mom had once again said something only she could get away with saying.

She was also a woman of unmistakable style. Anyone who knew her well can probably picture her now: that crisp white blouse, collar popped just right, jeans, sandals, and the confidence to wear it like nobody else could. It wasn't just a fashion statement—it was Charlotte. She embraced who she was and never felt the need to apologize for it.

Her kitchen was another place where she shared her love. Family and friends knew they could count on her lemon meringue pie, her banana bread, and the comfort that came from gathering around her table. But what made those moments special wasn't really the food. It was her. She made people feel welcome. She made them feel cared for.

Mom spent years as a hairstylist, and she loved it. Not just because she enjoyed helping people look their best, but because she genuinely loved connecting with people. She listened. She laughed with them. She remembered their stories. Long before "community" became a popular word, Mom was building it one conversation at a time.

What I will remember most, though, is her heart.

If you needed someone to talk to, she was there. If you needed advice, she gave it. If you needed encouragement, she found a way to offer it. She had an incredible ability to make people feel seen and heard. In a world that often moves too fast, she made time for people.

Even in her final days, she showed the same fierce independence and strength that defined her entire life. She faced every challenge the way she had always faced life—with determination, courage, and dignity.

The truth is, no amount of time with someone you love is ever enough.

We miss her voice. We miss her laughter. We miss her stories, her advice, her humor, and her presence. We miss knowing we can pick up the phone and hear her on the other end.

But we are so incredibly grateful.

Grateful for every memory. Grateful for every laugh. Grateful for every lesson. Grateful for every mile traveled, every meal shared, every conversation, every holiday, every camping trip, every dance, every one-liner, and every expression of love.

Mom left this world exactly the way she lived in it—surrounded by people who loved her.

And while our hearts are broken, they are also full.

Full of memories. Full of gratitude. Full of love.

So if you want to honor Charlotte today, do it the way she would have wanted. Try something new. Share a clever one-liner that makes someone smile. Dance when your favorite song comes on. Take time to listen to someone who needs to be heard.

And, of course, never be afraid to pop your collar.

We love you, Mom.

Thank you for the laughter, the lessons, the adventures, and the love. You will be missed beyond words, remembered beyond measure, and loved forever.

Charlotte is reunited in eternal rest with her loving husband, Jack Cutler Sr.; her parents, Michael and Mary Alice (Levick) Frankovich; her brother, Michael J. Frankovich Jr.; her brothers-in-law, Tom Sirginson, Tim Mix, Larry Riley Sr., and Les Hawthorne; her nephew, David Sirginson; and her niece, Linda Riley.

She is survived by her loving children and their families:

•    •Jack Jr. (Leann) Cutler of Las Vegas, NV, and grandchildren, Travis Cutler and Justin Cutler.
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•    •Lori (Trees Segers) Cutler of Berthoud, CO, grandson Zach (Danni) Cutler-Orrey of Fremont, CA, and great-grandson Jay         Cutler-Orrey.
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•    •James Cutler of Las Vegas, NV.

She leaves behind her beloved siblings: Mary Ann Riley (Anaconda, MT), JoAnne Sirginson (Anaconda, MT), Ruth Mix (Hamilton, MT), John (Dora) Frankovich (Vernal, UT), Nancy (Jim) Connors (Anaconda, MT), Kathy (Larry) Parks (Anaconda, MT), Janie Hawthorne (Anaconda, MT), Patricia Bieber (Anchorage, AK), and Gary (Sunny) Frankovich (West Virginia).