For many years Carol was part of a small group we called followHim. All followHim sessions took place at my home, The Hermitage in Leesburg, Virginia. fH had a simple format where we enjoyed a beverage together around 4:30 then prayed Evening Prayer at 5pm, followed by a discussion on some piece of scripture I had sent out the week before. The purpose of the discussion was to hear how the scripture reading directly impacted each person. There was no teaching, per se, just people responding to 'go sell all you have, give the money to the poor, and come follow me' or some other such words from the Bible.
We went around the circle until conversation was exhausted and it seemed almost every time that when Carol spoke we realized a) she had done some thinking about it and b) she had a thought or two that each of us could reflect on well after fH was over. We all waited in anticipation to hear what Carol had to say.
The other thing I remember about the followHim sessions was that Carol was always late arriving. Always. Not sometimes, always. Now she had to come from DC, so some tardiness was to be expected. But it wouldn't have mattered, we all realized, if she lived next door, Carol was going to be late. We loved her for that, actually. It was part of her charm. And we looked forward to stopping the conversation when she arrived and walked through the door (we were usually well after Evening Prayer) to yell in unison as if she was entering Cheers...CAROL! We were all so happy to see her. It was as if then we were able to say, 'the meeting can begin.'
Finally the other tradition during these times together was she knew my favorite wine was Rioja' so she brought me a bottle every single time. In fact I drank the last bottle she brought me just the other day.
Carol Langley, to me, was the perfect Jesus follower. Gentle, loving, caring...Carol showed the light of Christ just by the way she lived and how she loved.
Farewell dear friend. You are (not were) so loved.