The Cappellato Legacy

Cheetah Conservation Fund

The Cappellato Legacy

In memory of Dr. Rosanna Cappellato

The Cappellato Legacy

For many of us, Dr.Cappellato was much more than a professor. She was a friend, mentor, and source of inspiration. Known affectionately as Cappy or RC, she always had an unrivaled passion for the natural environment. She was tremendously strong-willed and honest to a fault, but deeply compassionate at the same time.  

She introduced many students to conservation and brought students to Namibia to research sustainable conservation techniques for cheetahs, lions, and elephants. She effectively changed the lives of hundreds of students and colleagues, and will always be remembered.            

Her wish was to give to “causes that further the preservation of wildlife and the natural world.” A group of students have decided to formally endorse the Cheetah Conservation Fund located in Otjiwarongo, Namibia. Cappellato had a great passion for Southern Africa, and especially these charismatic cats!            

Our goal is to raise a minimum of $5,000 in her memory so that we can sponsor a cheetah, and have a plaque be made in her honor. Donating to the CCF is simple, fast, and secure. For more information on the CCF and their work for the Namibian community, please watch the video on the right.

Please feel free to use this page as a means to share personal stories about her! Let's celebrate her life and continue her legacy!

UPDATE: Great news! From now until December 31st, 2012 ANY donation made in honor of Dr. Cappalletto to the Cheetah Conservation Fund will be matched by an anonymous CCF donor.



When Great Trees Fall By Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly.
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
gnaws on kind words
promised walks,
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

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