We are sorry to share that one of our dearest, most dedicated and cheerful colleagues has passed. When diagnosed with ALS, Carol took this terrible death sentence in stride and chose to seek the positive in whatever came. She was a beacon to those of us who worked with her on the VOCBC Steering Committee and the New Directions for BC’s Non-Profit Sector project – both of which she felt were of utmost importance to ensuring community voices and organizations find strength in working together – and we will miss her.
The light will not go out, however, as she lit all of us from her candle and we will continue to share it.
I read this Maya Angelou piece in a memorial post to Brenda Zimmerman, another key leader and mentor recently lost from the social innovation sector, and thought it expressed my thoughts about Carol’s passing.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes– Maya Angelou
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly,
see with a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines, gnaws on kind words
promised walks never taken.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.