Carol Terry Watson (McGuire Rubin) - Class Of 1974
Carol Terry Watson McGuire Rubin
October 8, 1955 - January 31, 1998
Carol passed away due to complications from her arthritis and sleep apnea
- as reported by Pam Walker-Marsden on 11/20/13.
Although Carol suffered from rheumatoid arthritis since the age of 21, I received a cell phone call from her husband at that time, Howard Rubin, telling me that Carol was in the hospital near the intersection of Highway 6 and Interstate 10, was in Intensive Care, and not expected to survive through the night. She was in a coma when I visited on the night of January 30, 1998, and passed away before morning.
Posted by Dennis McGuire - ex-husband 6/28/2020
Carol Terry Watson, class of 1974
Date of Birth: October-8-1955
Date Deceased: January-31,1998
Age at Death: 42
Cause of Death: Sleep Apnea
Classmate City: Houston
Classmate State: TX
Survived By: Howard Rubin - husband, Janet Watson - sister, Naomi Watson - sister. James M. Watson - father, and Dennis McGuire, ex-husband
BIRTH
DEATH
31 January 1998 (aged 42) Houston, Harris County, Texas, USA
BURIAL
Memorial Oaks Cemetery Houston, Harris County, Texas, USA
Carol was one of the very FIRST friends I made after moving to Houston from Chicago. It was not long until I considered her to be one of my BESTfriends. We shared many happy times at birthday parties, weddings, shopping, movies, Panjo's Pizza, skating and slumber parties. The most fun times we had were during our many visits to Astroworld! Our mothers became close friends as well, and later, I even worked for her dad's company as Receptionist/Secretary. We stayed in touch on and off through the years and enjoyed a nice visit not long before she passed. Carol was a big fan of Weird Al Yankovic (I believe she was the president of his fan club for a time) which is no surprise, because one of the best things about Carol was her laughter and her zany, happy disposition.
Mack: Thank you for this message. I appreciate it as a loving acknowledgement of Carol’s life. As well: I appreciate it as an expression of how deeply those of us in the Westchester family care about one another – even now, so many years after graduation day.
I knew ‘young’ Carol well, especially in those ‘coming-of-age’ years at Spring Forest Junior High School. I loved the way she embraced the moment, any moment, with an open heart. Carol struck me in those days as an authentic soul – comfortable in her own skin, infectiously cheerful, trusting and true. She cared, deeply. She never played games with people’s hearts.
The last time we talked eye-to-eye – during my college years – she was worried about me. Carol shared with me a vivid premonition something sad was going to befall me. She was earnest about it, and deeply concerned about my health, even as I assured her all was well in my life. So of course my heart broke, as so many of yours did, upon hearing the news years later that it was Carol who had died young.
I still have a couple of things Carol gave me when we were ‘kids.’ I keep ‘em near my writing desk. To celebrate her spirit. To commemorate a time of innocence. And. To acknowledge the great truth that lost loved ones live on, within us, always.
I miss Carol – as I miss so many other classmates we lost too soon. But wow: How she helped me become a better person. Like so many of you in the Westchester family: She lives in my heart, triumphantly, elegantly, forever.
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Pamela Jayne Walker (Marsden) (1974)
Carol was one of the very FIRST friends I made after moving to Houston from Chicago. It was not long until I considered her to be one of my BEST
friends. We shared many happy times at birthday parties, weddings, shopping, movies, Panjo's Pizza, skating and slumber parties. The most fun times we had were during our many visits to Astroworld! Our mothers became close friends as well, and later, I even worked for her dad's company as Receptionist/Secretary. We stayed in touch on and off through the years and enjoyed a nice visit not long before she passed. Carol was a big fan of Weird Al Yankovic (I believe she was the president of his fan club for a time) which is no surprise, because one of the best things about Carol was her laughter and her zany, happy disposition.
Mack McCormick (1970)
Gone 28 years this very day Carol. RIP
Bradley Robert Buchholz (1974)
Mack: Thank you for this message. I appreciate it as a loving acknowledgement of Carol’s life. As well: I appreciate it as an expression of how deeply those of us in the Westchester family care about one another – even now, so many years after graduation day.
I knew ‘young’ Carol well, especially in those ‘coming-of-age’ years at Spring Forest Junior High School. I loved the way she embraced the moment, any moment, with an open heart. Carol struck me in those days as an authentic soul – comfortable in her own skin, infectiously cheerful, trusting and true. She cared, deeply. She never played games with people’s hearts.
The last time we talked eye-to-eye – during my college years – she was worried about me. Carol shared with me a vivid premonition something sad was going to befall me. She was earnest about it, and deeply concerned about my health, even as I assured her all was well in my life. So of course my heart broke, as so many of yours did, upon hearing the news years later that it was Carol who had died young.
I still have a couple of things Carol gave me when we were ‘kids.’ I keep ‘em near my writing desk. To celebrate her spirit. To commemorate a time of innocence. And. To acknowledge the great truth that lost loved ones live on, within us, always.
I miss Carol – as I miss so many other classmates we lost too soon. But wow: How she helped me become a better person. Like so many of you in the Westchester family: She lives in my heart, triumphantly, elegantly, forever.
Brad Buchholz
Austin