Carol was one of the original staff at Trinity Treatment Center, a specialized psychiatric unit serving people who had developmental disabilities (lifelong) PLUS additional psychiatric/behavioral disabilities. Their needs had not been well served in either psych-only or DD-only settings, and the DD-AND-psych specialized treatment approach (which now seems so obvious) was in its infancy when TTC opened. The job at TTC was Carol's first after graduation from school, and--wonder of wonders!--she had not been infected with the "if it hasn't already been done, it probably can't be done" attitude. That woman would try anything it took to get a person with profound language disabilities to focus, to interact, to express feelings in what ever way was possible. After becoming a supervisor, she modeled that spirit in a way that enabled her supervisees to make the most of their (IMO considerable) talents. In time, as the lawsuit that gave engendered services like TTC in Texas was settled, the state's commitment to the MI/DD population (and, indeed to services for all disabled populations) dwindled, TTC was left without sufficient resources to accomplish its original mission and the staff moved on to other service opportunities. Carol went on to work in and then lead the quality assurance program at Austin State Hospital and later served at the state school for the deaf before her retirement. (I'm not certain, but I think she may have had, as I did, some hearing disability.) I never heard her say a mean word to or about anybody, but let it be noted that when she needed to she could tell you to shape up (and how to do it) in ways you could not ignore. I retired from ASH 18 years ago, and to this day Carol and the people she led are the ones I remember with greatest respect and fondness. It is customary in my faith tradition to say at the point "May her soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, rest in peace," but I can't imagine Carol resting. If there is a heaven, I bet she is organizing the cherubs in an activity that involves music and dancing, and finally dissolving into helpless heavenly laughter. Don Boyd