Celia Hart Caro

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May 8, 2022

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Celia was my best friend at the Clinton Program junior high school. We were inseparable. She was sweet, unique, and so thoughtful. For my birthday one year, Celia gave me tickets to see my favorite band at Madison Square Garden--it was my first concert.... more

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May 4, 2022

Celia was a great mom, not only to her own child, but to an entire community of kids. She knew every classmate in every year, and always had the most insightful and positive things to say. She was an inspiration: kind and witty and warm and generous.

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April 22, 2022 · via mobile

Hello Everyone,
I am Celia's mother. I have been reading some of the posts and, as we all know, some memories can be faulty. So I would like to make a correction. In one post a friend said that I abandoned Celia when she was eight years old. I never... more

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April 22, 2022

I first met Celia as a friend of my two much younger sisters. I met her mother once, when she came over to photograph the 3 of us and our mother on a rooftop. I learned that her mother was an artistic free spirit, very talented, and loved animals. ... more

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April 20, 2022

It’s true I lived in too many places. I often think of this as a mistake. An innate flaw. My restlessness. I have wonderful friends and then I would leave them and we would maintain contact but it wouldn’t be the same. I spend my life missing so many... moreIt’s true I lived in too many places. I often think of this as a mistake. An innate flaw. My restlessness. I have wonderful friends and then I would leave them and we would maintain contact but it wouldn’t be the same. I spend my life missing so many people. One of these deep connections was Celia. And she and I actually managed to diligently stay really close despite distance. She was one of my best friends from Hunter College, New York. My abiding memories of her was standing in the freezing New York winter nights under the scaffolding on 68th street and Lexington after every class, talking and talking and unable to leave each other. Always one more story to tell as the traffic roared by and the slanted rain flashed in the stream of car lights. The joyful mania of nights out on the Lower East Side more talking and talking and drinking and taking it right past dawn. She was a true Lower East Sider, tough and tender, and street wise, raised by a difficult unstable mother who briefly married her Columbian stepfather when she was a wee girl and abandoned them both. Left with a little girl as a single dad, he was up to the task and became her rock and nurtured her to be the incredible human she was. It was her beloved gentle stepfather whose name she carried proudly who walked her down the aisle in Vassar New York at her wedding when she was lucky enough to marry Evan the love of her life. Evan was sharp and smart and witty and interesting and they adored each other. She was one of those friends who you would get on planes for. I stayed with her in London where they lived for a few years and we tore around in usual fashion wearing the city out and filling the nights with new stories to tell. Celia never ran out of stories. She flew over to visit me in Ireland when I moved back there and stayed with my family. Over the years we met yearly in New York, I saw her raise her only child Nico, and embrace everything about them and celebrate their trans identity with love and admiration for their strength. She was a proud, supportive, and protective parent to a trans child. Celia was an artist and a teacher. Endlessly creative, I ordered and reviewed her zines on Etsy and watched her become an incredible painter. She was loving and deep and oh Celia, you could tell a story. What a spirit. I’m utterly bereft. You only mentioned you were sick when we met in New York last year but you never said it was so bad. You told me your heart was too big and I said of course it was. Now I see you were trying to tell me and I refused to understand because I couldn't imagine the world without you. Your voice is so clear in my head as I write this, your accent was THE New York accent. How could I have known that was the last time we would tell each other stories as we sat in Cafe Mogador. I’m so sorry for your family your beloved Evan and Nico and all of your many friends you made along the way. I’m honored I was one of them. I’ll miss you forever, your wit, your style and you were a born storyteller; it was one of your many gifts. You were loved by so many of us because of your generosity of spirit. Broken hearted and shocked tonight. And wished I had continued to live in the same city as you, because once a year was not enough. And of all places I lived New York was one of the hardest to leave because of the deep connections I made with people such as you. Evan her husband announced her death today and said ‘Those of you who know Celia, know of her endless capacity for kindness, and there is no better example of this then as I was leaving the ICU after she passed , several of the staff - doctors, nurses, cleaners, etc - offered me condolences and told me what kind, nice person Celia was. So, for now, I ask you to honor her memory by showing the folks around you -be they family or random folks you meet - just a little extra love and compassion, something we can all use these days.’ Damn Celia, The lower East side will never be the same without you. less

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