When I think about Carol I see: 

– her luminous smile

– her beautifully expressive hands

– her pursed lips/raised eyebrows/eye roll/tuck of the chin, which was as close as she got to showing any kind of judgment

– her effortless and very unique style  

– her singular beauty inside and out

 

When I think about Carol I remember:

– holidays and walks, in small/big groups of friends and by ourselves 

– hooting with laughter and talking about anything and everything, even the tricky stuff

– her genuine interest in the people she met in all areas of her life

– the greatest capacity for tea drinking of anyone I have met

– her driving me to hospital as my contractions came quick and fast and firmly insisting the midwife replaced the empty canister with a full one so I actually got some gas with my air 

– her devotion to her family and loyalty to Sebastian

– her principles and determination

– how she really only saw the good in people

 

 

When I think about Carol I think:

– how lucky we are that we knew her

– how very talented she was, professionally and in her creative practice

– how strong she was

– how she was a really good friend to me, for which I will always be grateful

 

Like so many, I am going to miss her terribly. 

 

Naomi