Carrie was just a wonderful person. I loved her very much and will miss her forever.

[Posted by Robert Keith on Sun., Aug 29, 2004 at 9:36 AM]

Carrie was a huge influence in my life and a long-time friend. I truly can't believe she's gone. I'm having alot of trouble dealing with this. I wish there had been more attention paid to her achievements. And I wish drivers would pay more damn attention to what they're doing out there.

[Posted by Kevin Renick on Thu., Sep 2, 2004 at 2:28 PM]

In memory of CSL.

HELP IS ON THE WAY

Great love is a staying love
Won't you contribute a small token fee;
Hate love has destructive ends
And gets in the way of what you might be;

Nobody is just one, nobody is just one
Hail down the ego
Let's not become what we hate;

Don't push the life force, help is on the way
Don't rush the life source, help is on the way;

Nourish the living center,
Take all the knowledge and use it to teach;
Luxury has taught us
Music's the boundary of limitless speech

Don't push the life force, help is on the way
Don't rush the life source, help is on the way.

[Rick Cobb & Stevie Hill. ©1972 Bloodrock Music.]

[Posted by Barry Stoller - Craig Kurtz on Sun., Sep 12, 2004 at 9:50 AM]

Carrie was also a friend of mine, and she was part of the inspiration behind this poem I wrote this month:

Why I Say It

The fact is,
you get to be a certain age and
you’ve lost some jobs
you’re in debt and feeling like shit
some of your dreams came true
some didn’t
you were never entirely happy with your figure and
now you’re losing it
you tried religion
you created your own beliefs
you tried politics
you’ve suffered eight or nine worthless presidents
you decided to be your own party
you’ve seen a bunch of wars
you married and divorced
some of your friends are dead
you’ve lost all your grandmothers
(it’s always the grandmothers that hang in there)
you’ve put some pets to sleep
(others left on their own)
you married again
you finally get it that some people will never like you and
there’s nothing you can do about it
and that’s okay
and you say
‘Fuck! I could die tomorrow!’
(you’ve heard that many times, but now you finally get it)
and you might die tomorrow

and the saddest thing of your whole life would be
if you’d been too embarrassed
or felt too creepy
or too proper
or too cool
to say:

you bring me
inexplicable
joy
and
I love you.

© 2004 by Julia Gordon-Bramer

[Posted by Julia Gordon-Bramer on Wed., Sep 22, 2004 at 8:38 PM]