6.21.25
Dionne,
My heart goes out to you, and to Teja, each day.
I want you to know that (like Anne, Lovell, Russ, and I am certain scores of others far and wide who were blessed in knowing and working with your Mom) if there is anything I can do to help you with the celebration of your Mom’s life, or in any other way be of support to you and your family you have only to ask.
I also want to say something to you personally about what she meant to me – especially since we retired within a year of each other. I am not always good at posting public things like Facebook but I wanted to share this with you.
You know that I was her colleague; and probably that we enjoyed a very friendly personal and professional relationship at the United Way - over several decades actually. But the truth is we were really much too busy doing our jobs to get to know each other as well and as significantly as we did once we both retired and started work on the UWBA Retirees and Alumni Association. Before that, well, being at the United Way means you spend all your time and energy doing the work. I am sure you know how that goes.
But during those working years, one thing I did know was the universal respect – both inside our building and beyond - for the leadership role she enjoyed in the work of the UWBA and of her commitment to making the Bay Area a better place for everyone. When Carole called people answered. When she left you a message you responded. When her name was on a meeting notice attendance was full.
Once we both retired, I experienced all of that first hand. Getting to know her, do good things with her and be in her presence in my retirement was, next to the joy of seeing my grandkids all the time, one of the best things that happened to me.
We had lunches together and breakfasts at that place, the Butter Cup, down on lower Broadway; we kept up with each other and our families, the state of the world and the fortunes and happenings at United Way – Bay Area and Nationally. I marveled at her trips to Detroit to enjoy seeing and taking care of business with your Grandmother. We showed up together at a bunch of United Way Pot Lucks. But most of all, I got to see how thoughtful, caring, dedicated and focused she was in reaching out to our colleagues who had retired or gone on to other endeavors.
She had the vision, the contacts and the leadership touch that lead to a very unexpected and unusual number of gatherings, events, dinners and personal contacts. We wee one of very few local United Way Retiree groups in the country that actually worked, had a busy Facebook site and an active, updated membership list. Especially when one considers we had no staff other than our inspired and energized selves and members to do all that was required.
Russ, Lovell, David Carrillo, Julie Whyte, Kathleen Deamer, Charmaine Fiumos, Cathy Witkay and many others, including our amazing Retirement Actuarial Volunteer Consultant, Paul Zeisler and of course with Anne’s support and energy, we followed her lead. Because of her, things happened. People stayed together. Connections flourished that otherwise never would have remained intact. Given the centrifugal force of not being at our place of work each day; and not being in the world of work is a very isolating thing. Some people found old friends, colleagues renewed, valued relationships saw new chapters written among folks who most likely would never have seen each other again.
So lots of us came together and had fun. We ate well, created events (Dinner watching the Warriors), laughed over stories about a shared past or recounted the latest of our present. We also stayed in touch with our colleagues still at the United Way and were even joined by our friends still on staff. Some of us went to the famous UWBA Staff Pot Lucks.
We even had a very hardworking Defined Benefit Pension committee of retirees that lobbied for better communication with staff and actually helped the organization figure out how to make sure the retirement plan got the attention and the 100% funding upon which so many of our later years depended. A tremendous victory and all because of Carole’s vision, action and collaborative leadership built the organizational capacity to help make something so significant occur.
I knew she had to slow down and I know how much time and energy she put into her Mom and your family and, as she put it, during the coming of the “World’s Greatest Great Grandchild.” And I was so very happy when you all figured out how to spend your time in such a unique and special way in Arizona.
Somehow in my “everyday” mind, I thought her work, her dedication, her energy and that voice on the phone, “Hello Ed, I was thinking” was something I would hear forever; just as I imagine the scores and scores of people she knew are thinking today that Carole and her energy, her optimism and her force for good would be at work always.
A world without Carole in it – making those calls, encouraging everyone, building connections, coming up with ideas and making sure things got done - is not imaginable. There should always be Carole sharing her energy, enthusiasm and 100% commitment to doing everything that needed to be done and getting it done in the very best way it could be done. And being loving and kind in every way to every one of us. She was a very good friend and, as Anne and others have said, she will live on in my heart and in the hearts of her friends and colleagues forever.
Perhaps a last couple of thoughts on how all this feels I hope might be helpful.
As you move through all the pain and the days go by, I fear that grief stays with us somehow. It fades and then reappears even as the spaces between its presence do lengthen. And there is no particular formula to search for or hang on to in spite of everyone’s advice.
But as one well into those higher numbered years, loss and its feelings of grief become more frequent visitors.
Jenifer and I lost a friend of some 60 years duration this year. We were close friends from when our children were in nursery school. Someone at her service shared this:
“Grief,
I have learned, is really just love.
It’s the love you want to give, but cannot.
All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eye,
the lump in your throat and in the hollow part of your chest.
Grief is love with no place to go.”
With lots of love, Dionne,
Ed