Cara and her guitarist, Jeff Bates, delivered a transcendent performance at my mother’s memorial service. Many of the guests approached me after the program had concluded to ladle praise on them, with most of these people identifying their contributions as “the best part of the service.” Cara and Jeff actually volunteered to fold the ukulele version of “Somewhere over the Rainbow” into the program (at no charge) as a “gathering song” at the outset of the service, a gesture that profoundly touched my father because that version of the song was my Mom’s favorite.
Working with Cara was not just effortless. It was also edifying and elevating. She understood from the outset how off-balance I was because of the freshness of my mother’s passing and, as a consequence, how much guidance I needed as I sought to honor her. She gently directed me to the proper choices for my Mom. She even enlisted her husband, Gavin, in this effort, who designed the program for the service and transformed the raw materials of the pictures of my Mom I provided him with into an unforgettable slideshow that was a much art as it was tribute.
Cara is, in short, both a preternaturally gifted artist and a profoundly empathetic human being. My family and I felt blessed to have had the opportunity to work with her on this melancholy but significant event. Sometimes one is lucky enough to encounter a “household saint” when one most needs such a "visitation." Cara was our saint when our house was most troubled.