Carol safran houston

I was so glad she was there! We moved to New York in and it was great to get to see Saffie again. Then she met Dick and we had good times together.

They moved to Boston and we were thrilled to go to their wedding there. It was a jolly time, filled with the spirit that Saffie exuded, which was wonderfully contagious. We moved back to Washington, they moved to Houston. We had kids at the same time, two boys each. We talked and laughed and commiserated. I went to Houston to be with her for her first set of treatments. It was scary, but she was brave, Dick was unbelievably wonderful and the boys were full of life.

Dick and Saffie and Arthur and I went to Italy together! It all started because David Myers was studying in Bologna. What a wonderful trip. We laughed a lot often because we got lost a lot! Fast forward many years, and after visits back and forth many Bar Mitzvahs!

What a weekend! Saffie loved every minute, and everyone, and it was wonderful to share such an important life event. Anyone and everyone whose life was touched by Saffie will always remember her spirit, her wisdom, her devotion to her family, her appreciation for Dick's steadfastness in the face of her many health challenges. She had the best smile. When I think of her, I miss her, but then I must smile, too.

Carol was a great and generous friend for more than forty years. I am thankful for her insights, intelligence, humor, honesty, compassion, interest in me, her zest for life, her wonderful family and for all our shared experiences, which have had a positive impact on my life. I'll never forget one of the last times I saw her in Houston, not long before her death, when we laughed and had a good time.

She made the very most of her life and gave of herself consistently, right up to the end. Like others on these pages, I miss her but have her still in my heart. My times with Carol were not frequent enough and I now know there were too few. We would meet for lunch to share our overlapping interests in our work with non-profit organizations, but our talk quickly broadened beyond professional talk to include the children and grandchildren who held our hearts, languages we both loved, travel history and even politics.

Even as her illness weakened her body, the conversation during our walks continued to be rich and funny, and continued to be guided by Carol's deep curiosity, sparkling intelligence, sharp insights and genuine caring. I miss her. I met Carol during our freshman year at Barnard. We were both commuters and shared many conversations on the long subway ride back to Brooklyn. During that time she became the sister I didn't have, celebrating Christmas with my family each year. When I was getting married, I asked Carol to be my maid of honor and she said no.

Not only did she turn me down, but she said she would not even be at the wedding! It was the end of her first year of teaching and she was going to France for the summer.

I was, of course, disappointed. On the day of our wedding, there was Carol. No fanfare. No big announcements. She just turned up because, she said, how could she not be there? I was looking for a photo from back then and thought I might find one among my wedding pictures but this was the only one I could find. That is Carol holding my first born, Megan. It is and again, of course, there was Carol because, after all, she was part of my family.

I think that is how it was with her. She loved people and they became part of her family. I know that she was the glue that held our relationship together. She made sure we were always in touch, and I thank her for that because it is so very easy to lose touch. The last time I saw Carol was on one of her trips to New York. She called to see if we could get together. It happened to be the day we were leaving on a family vacation.

Carol told me not to bother coming into the city. We would see each other the next time she was in town. That day I was the one to decide that seeing each other was the most important thing, and I am so glad I did. We stayed through the breakfast rush and the lunch rush as well. I wish we could have stayed longer or met again, but I am so glad for all the wonderful times we shared.

As I read what others have written, I see that "my" Carol is everyone's Carol. What a beautiful person. What a wonderful life. I am so lucky to count her as my friend. Barbara Grado Devir. Carol and I were friends since we were age 7. It was an enduring friendship that lasted more than six decades. We shared many experiences and there were times when we laughed and cried together. I am grateful she was part of my life. Carol was truly instrumental in the growth of Legacy Community Health Services.

Because of her belief in our mission and our vision we now serve more than , people annually. She could be a real pain the neck! I can hear her laughing at me while I'm saying it! I told her this many times over the last 20 years! But she has always challenged me to do more and do it better! I admired and respected her and our community is better because of her efforts. Carol and I were office mates when she and Dick decided to get married.

I remember walking the grounds at Abt Associates, were we were working, planning a wonderful wedding for them. Over the years, even though she and Dick moved to Texas, we stayed in touch through jubilant birthday letters filled with her pride in Nolan and David, her travels with Dick, and then her long and courageous battle with her disease. Though we didn't see each other often, she was and is a presence. That smile we see in the photographs, that's what I see when I think about Carol - and I have a palpable sense of the life energy that emanated from her.

She was one of my cousin's longest and dearest friends and I benefitted from that relationship in numerous ways. I remember being hosted by Carol and Dick when Steffi and I visited Boston; meeting Nolan when he was a baby visiting his grandmother in Brighton Beach, where we had all grown up; seeing David and Una when they performed together in NY and then all of us ambling over to some beautiful University club for a drink; the excitement of seeing one of David's plays being staged in NY and of reading about Nolan in The New Yorker; and attending Carol's birthday party at Zen Palate.

As usual she was radiant, especially when she spoke about her family. Being with Carol and Dick signaled a good time was in store - warm connection, interesting conversation, laughter, and good food. Even while we mourn her untimely death, I know the best of Carol will live on in all the people whose lives she touched.

I know Carol through many different outlets. She was a good friend of my parents, she was from the same village as I am Meyerland , and she helped me get my applications done for whatever level of education I was going after.

In my wild and selfish younger days, I would only care about not being bored. I hated being bored. And that is basically why I loved Carol. She wasnt a tutor to me or one of my parent's friend. She was an exciting and bright presence.

Her curiosity, her energy, her smile. She was not boring. Anytime she would come over or I would run into her, I would light up, because her bright energy was so infectious. Two experiences stick in my head because they were coincidental run-ins. And runing into her and Dick at an italian restaurant and not being able to leave even though my order was to-go. Just staying there and talking about life.

She was so curious and supportive. In all the years I knew her, not once did I see her be rude, mean, disrespectful, cold, or anything close. Not once. She was pure, reliable, and consistent. Finally, I will never forget a much tougher moment. Getting to talk to her while she had somewhat of an upswing with her health in her final year.

I got to tell her all of what I am writing now and that I simply love her and that she is a part of who I am and my own story. It was hard, but I cherish that opportunity. If there is a heaven and if it reflects the joy one has in his living waking life, Carol will be in my heaven! Happy to still have Dick as a friend and look forward to feeling her presence through him going forward.

We remember Carol's wonderful sense of humour, her boundless enthusiasm, her intellectual energy, her kindness, her integrity. For her family, she negotiated great doctors, schools and vacations. As a grant reviewer, she contributed significantly to charitable organizations throughout Houston. As a college advisor, she helped many young people find and blaze their path. Carol was deeply honored when friends, family, and even strangers, confided in her. Empathic and curious, she made life-long friends at every stage.

She was willful and irreverent, bawdy and witty. She loved the ocean and made a point to walk on the beach for hours whenever possible. She truly enjoyed being alive. Charitable contributions in memory of Carol may be made to The Rose, an organization with which she developed a strong working relationship through her grant reviews, and which helps women in Houston access quality breast health care. Service Information. Carol Safran. Read Complete Obituary Close.