Like so many others here, the news of Caroline's unexpected and sudden passing away shocked and saddened me. I had lost contact with her during the last years, as I left the U.K. in 2008. But over the past eleven years since I often wished to share a moment with her and I often found myself in an imaginary conversation with her, talking about what happened in our lives during these years. It never occurred to me that that moment might never come, until it was too late. I had these imaginary conversations with her, the long distance notwithstanding, because I so valued her warmth and kindness, which always made people feel immediately at ease and at home, but also her gentle and thoughtful opinions and advice, which for being so measured were always more meaningful to me than those of others. I first met Caroline as I was finishing my PhD in History at UCL in 2006. She created the possibility for me to teach at HiPLA at a time when I had difficulties transitioning out of my PhD into the academic job market. In some ways, I therefore owe my career to her and I will always be grateful to her for that. But it will be, above all, the personal conversations I had with her in her office in Woodland Road and in the home she had made with Richard in Clifton that I will remember and that outlive her premature death. She had a profound decency, graciousness and benevolence towards others (in my case a very junior scholar), and humaneness. I will miss you Caroline, as in fact I have missed you for a few years. Warmth and kindness in life may have the nefarious side effect of exacerbating tragedy and grief in death for those closest to her, who survive her. My thoughts are with them and I wish that one day they can overcome their sadness and find the strength to feel lucky to have known her. Michael