Ed Carroll of Pale Spirit — local songwriter/guitarist — passes
Ed Carroll, Husband and best friend to Karen Jacovetta Carroll for 31 years, lost his battle to cancer on December 16, 2016. He died peacefully and very unexpectedly in his sleep in a loving rehabilitation center while recovering from a recent fall.
Karen is in need of financial support at this time to help pay for the unexpected medical expenses, continued care for Frisco and her kitty, rent, and time off from her job.
Your financial support in any amount will be greatly appreciated at this time. Help spread the word!
https://www.gofundme.com/karen-jacovetta-carroll
Ed was the lead guitarist for the band Pale Spirit for years. They played so many shows and Ed was always so cheerful and up-beat. He wrote songs and loved recording them in his home studio. His bands played both covers and originals and they were great for bringing crowds who loved to dance. We wish you the best, Ed, in your new journey.
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Karen Jacovetta Carroll: Hi, Papa Bear, my love. Today is your birthday and you would have been 67. I am sorry I haven’t posted anything until now but it’s been a really hard day… Thinking about you, missing you, crying, trying to get things taken care of for you and hoping you will be proud of me… Singing Happy Birthday to you on and off all day. I hope you had a great day in Heaven Celebrating your Birthday. I Love and Miss You so very much you are forever in my thoughts and my heart. Frisko and Kit-ten keep looking for you – they miss you, too.
Shawn Sandoval: Today we won’t call you and sing Happy Birthday. My heart is heavy and my eyes are misty. I miss you and your humor. I will miss our talks about Pale Spirit and the good times we had. I will miss the way you played your guitar and your stories of Legend.
The only comfort I will feel today is knowing that you are with your mother that you adored and that your music ?? will play on. You are missed my friend and we love you very much.
Shannon Carroll: Dad, I’ve been dreading today for a long time. I was hoping you made it long enough for us to sing you one last birthday song, but in my heart I think I knew we’d already sung our last.
I spent today driving your grandkids to LA to spend Xmas with their father, and we talked about you a lot – all the little things of you that shine through in them… and about all the music that reminds me of you and the happy parts of our short time together (with Kevin and Scott and Lorraine and Mike and Bert and Jim, who were the best gift you could have given a scared little girl). My oldest played about one billion songs for me that made me smile or cry today. I’ve been trying to soundtrack this event in our lives, the one in which you leave mine for the last time, and I think I know how to begin it now. Of course it was my kids – your grandkids – who kicked it off. Every generation of us really does get better, doesn’t it? I miss you, dad.