One of my heroes died this week. She was in her mid-eighties so it is what I would call a sad death, not a tragic one. But I am sad.
She was the mother of four. Around 1980 she stood up in front of the national assembly for her church and read the coming out letter her son had written to her. She never, ever stopped lobbying. She went to conventions, was a charter member of the state's largest PFLAG chapter.
In the mid 1990's she buried son who wrote that letter after he died from AIDS.
She has been the heart of a group of us who try to have monthly potlucks.
It was at her anniversary party that I wrote this post.
The world has a Carol-sized hole in it. She was a short, slight woman, but it is a awfully big hole.