Carl E Stinson was born January 24, 1979 to Ted and Linda.
There never was and there never will be anyone like Carl. Carl was the epitome of a dichotomy. He was both gentle and fierce. Both tender and strong. He was a lover and a fighter. He was inquisitive and intelligent and always tinkering, but he also knew how to take it easy and live in the moment.
Carl was real, and true, and authentic. He was human – and proud of it. He was kind and giving and strove to always make the world a better place. He spent every possible moment living life to its fullest – with intention and passion and drive and persistence.
Carl was a constant source of laughter and learning for those close to him – and any stranger who would listen. ❤️
Carl was tragically killed in an accident on July 14, 2023. He was predeceased by his father, Don; his grandmother, Marjorie; his cousins Jeff, Telana, and Gina; his Aunt Charlie and many other family and friends.
He leaves to cherish his memory: his wife, Ashlie. Daughters; Sydnie, Jayden and Sophie. Mother; Linda. Brothers; Jesse, Luke and Jay. His father and step mother, Ted and Rayanna. Aunt; Jerry. Cousins; Brad, Krista and Jeremiah and a whole host of relatives and friends!
“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics – that no energy gets created in the universe and none is destroyed.
You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every BTU of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid the energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point, you’d hope the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your broken hearted spouse there in the pew and tell her that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know that your energy is still around. According to the law of conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone, you’re just less orderly.”
Just a few of many meaningful songs. . . Carl loved the artistic expression we humans call music. ♥️