I don’t really know what the etiquette is for talking about the death of someone you love on a public forum. I know some of you have read this for many years and have persevered through endless stories about my friends and family. I know how you can feel as through you know people through reading about them from my own experience as a long-time creeper of blogs. Mainly, I just want to talk about how wonderful my friend was.
Last Wednesday we learned that our sweet friend Caroline had been in a car accident and passed away.
Caroline was one of the weirdest, yet most wonderful people I’ve ever known. She never met a stranger and would do everything in her power to make everyone feel like they were her favorite person. You were either her best friend or she hadn’t met you yet. You could not escape her friendship. She would burrow into your heart like a little mole and never leave.
In a group of introverts, she was the one who pulled us out of the house and forced us to have fun. The party never started until Caroline showed up with her infectious giggle. She was crazy, sensitive, vivacious, loving, sassy, smart, silly, beautiful, fun, sweet, and had the kindest heart. It’s easy to look back at people after a tragedy and see only the good, but Caroline was only good. She just wanted to make you laugh.
One of my favorite memories of her is when we ran the half marathon in Las Vegas. It was a night race, and as most lushes do in Vegas, we boozed it up all day at the Blackjack tables. Laura and I stopped drinking a few hours in advance, but not Caroline. She kept the party going up until race time. She threw her bottle away as we walked out the door. When I expressed worry over running 13 miles while partially inebriated, she shouted “BEER IS CARBS” and danced it out down the hall.
She was a tiny, but unstoppable force. She never accepted grumpiness from people and would do anything to make someone smile. This made her an incredible nurse and the best kind of friend, wife, daughter, and sister.
Caroline loved an evening with some wine (“the vino”) and cheese, reading magazines at the pool, eating only half of her dinner at a restaurant so she could save the rest for second dinner around midnight, robes, fancy tableware, country music, “borrowing” and “forgetting” to return beauty products, her family, O.P.I. nail polish in Cajun Shrimp (because it makes you look tan), long naps, pushing the boundaries of days between hair washes, her husband Greg and Schnauzer Maddie, sandwiches, keeping most of her closet in her car (because you never know when you will need them), the Fourth of July, awkwardly long hugs, coffee on the porch, giggling way too loudly, and hanging out with her friends.
She was the proud mother of Madelaine Bernice and happily flooded us all with endless pictures of her special Maddie all week long.
Just eight short months ago we all gathered to celebrate the marriage of Caroline and her Greg. I’m so glad Caroline got to meet, fall in love with, and marry a man who loved her so deeply. They brought so much joy and love to each other’s lives and to everyone around them. Their time together was about 50 years too short, but they loved every moment of what they had.
Caroline felt like a little sister to so many and she was so loved. I don’t know what we are going to do without her. She was happiness. The service is today, so if you could send warm thoughts or prayers for her family, friends, and husband, I know it would be appreciated it. That goofy girl stole all our hearts and took them with her.