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January 13, 2018
January 11, 2018
Carmen was a good friend. We would walk to Redwood High School together. She attended my birthday parties. I last saw her at the Class of 1967 (50th) class reunion the beginning of November 2017. She was in great spirits. We all sat together. This is such a loss! I will always remember you and all your travels. Love you. ♥
January 10, 2018
Remembering your spirit and outstanding smile. We were fortunate to spend time with Carmen to catch up a few weeks before she went to God's embrace. Prayers and condolences to the family. Joe and Victoria Acosta.
January 10, 2018
Carmen was a very complex and perplexing woman, like her niece, Janelle said, an enigma. She was at once very Catholic, Buddhist, Hindi, spiritual, mystic, transcendental and earthly. She brought energy, laughter, generosity of spirit, humility, and passion for life with her wherever she went. We traveled many places together with and without kids. One such time, I would like to share with you. One memorable day of a trip to Mexico City in the late 80's encompasses the magic that happened whenever I traveled with Carmen. She wanted to visit the Pyramid of the Sun outside of Mexico City to commune with the Aztec spirits there as well as to the big Metropolitan Cathedral for Friday night high mass and to light candles for her family alive and deceased. We took a subway to the bus stop it was so packed that it was standing room only. Carmen was too short to reach the ceiling grab rail so she held on to my leg. However, as the people started pushing their way into our car the pressure of so many bodies lifted her off the ground o where her head was now at the ceiling rail. We were laughing to tears because her boobs were smashed on my forehead and we were squished tighter than sardines. When I tried to talk to her, she would squeal that my teeth were tickling her stomache, which started more laughter.
Of course, we missed the bus to the pyramids, but there was a local bus that went by the pyramids so we took that one. It spewed black smoke and made frightful noises. It broke down about half hour from where we started, which looked like the middle of no where. Most people got out and started walking. Others said that another bus might stop to pick them up. She entertained these local people with our adventures and the tight subway. They waved down the next bus and Carmen managed to talk the bus driver into taking us to the Pyramid which he did after dropping off most of the other people in very humbling places and over an hour later. It started pouring rain before we got to the pyramid, so Carmen talked one of the vendors at the base of the pyramid to sell ups hooded wool ponchos 2 for the price of 1 which promptly got soaked and smelled like dead animals while we climbed the slippery steps of the pyramid. I had to push Carmen's rear up the steps, as her legs were too short to get up the tall steps. But, with a lot of effort, we made it to the top of the last step and were able to take in a gray, stark landscape through the rain. She meditated for a bit and then we scrambled down to find out that no other buses would be coming to the pyramid. Carmen managed to talk one of the vendors into taking us and another woman (was was traveling by herself and was from London) back to the City and the cathedral. That car was nearly as rustic as the bus! Traffic was the worst I had ever seen. The driver got out of the car, opened our door and said to get out and walk because he had to turn around, not having enough gas to take us to the cathedral with all the backed up traffic to get back to his homestead. He pointed out where the cathedral was and graciously walked us through the maze of cars to a safer walk place leaving his car in the middle of the traffic mess! We walked to the Cathedral and arrived as wet and muddy as could be and laughing about our funny adventures. We missed the mass, but Carmen knelt at a pew to pray and then lit her candles.
The lady from London invited us to her hotel as it was very close to the Cathedral and we had no idea how to get to our hotel in the old city center. We dried up, had wine and borrowed some dry blouses to wear to go to dinner. While at dinner, we were invited to go dancing with another group of people that Carmen got to talking with at the restaurant. We danced the rest of the night, had a great time and the group took us safely back to our hotel. Carmen kept in touch with the lady from London and visited her on one of her trips to England. This was just one of 5 days in Mexico City the other days were similarly crazy. Always was with Carmen she made and brought magic wherever she went. Will miss our jogs, walks, talks and long, unconditional loving and loyal friendship. Rest, sweet soul, and hope you find your next life even more fulfilling!
Wanda Claro-Woodruff