Tamara Guillou

by Joanna McFarland


Here’s my memory of Carrie – I used to run into her in the hallways or ladies room and she always looked like she was running to a meeting.  But, she always stopped to chat with me & we usually ended up laughing about something.  When I last saw her when she returned to work after being out for months, we chatted for a while and she joked about her eyes roaming. I walked away thinking how brave she was, she left an impression on me I will always remember.