It pains me most of all that Carla Bagley died alone.
She was so open and giving. Being around other people seemed to bring her joy and give her energy.
She was one of two assistant features editors back in the days when I was features editor at the News & Record.
Lynn Burnette was the other.
We worked together for nearly five years in the days when they called the features pages Life & Leisure.
The feature writers used to rib us when Carla, Lynn and I would disappear into a conference room for weekly planning meetings.
"There they go," they'd say, "Darryl, his brother Darryl and his other brother Darryl."
I wasn't personally close to Carla but I enjoyed working with her and admired her manner with reporters. She was stern but encouraging ... a coach and a cheerleader.
She sat at a desk right outside my office door and often would scoot back into the opening of my doorway on the wheels of her chair and rear back her head. "Hey," she'd say, "how about we do so and so for such and such?"
The ideas came fast and furiously and the joy was evident in how Carla approached her work.
I remember the devilish smile on Carla's face when the features reporters discovered I'd sneaked off and gotten married without telling anybody.
Boy did they show me. When I returned, hiring a belly dancer to ambush me in the middle of the features department. Then-Managing Editor Ned Cline had been in on it all.
(Turns out the memory outlasted the marriage.)
Carla was a passionate Tar Heel fan and a loving mother.
Carla had a funny, giggly laugh.
Carla was unfailingly a team player and a friend and a special colleague.
I regret having lost contact with her after she left the News & Record.
I would have written these words a week ago, but for some reason I could not.
I'll never regret having known her and worked with her. If anyone took joy in living it was her.
That's why it's so hard to understand why she's gone.