Rest In Peace, my brother
Feb. 19th, 2005 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grim23Carl Stevens suddenly died Tuesday, of a heart attack at his home, one of many serious medical problems he lived with for a long time. He had a Masonic Funeral on Friday. I found out about his death and funeral today, and I have just returned from his gravesite, paying my last respects.
Carl was the Senior Warden for the three consecutive years I was the Worshipful Master, because I asked him to. He was a twice Past Master himself, once before I was even born. He would sit at his place opposite the Lodge from me, and give me looks when I was about to say the wrong thing, and he had a gentle way of correcting me before I was about to do the wrong thing. When Rickreall Masonic Lodge was falling apart, Carl was the one who helped me hold it together.
He gave me wise counsel for years, he was one of my Best Men at my wedding, and my ex-wife and I were, in fact, married between two huge oak trees on his front yard. Carl was Salt of the Earth, who belived in Masonic virtues and principles. This world, and especially I, miss him terribly. Carl was one of the people I could call, day or night, if I had a ethical or sticky situation, and he would invariably let me tell both sides to him, and just saying it to him gave me the answer I needed.
I have been changing and cutting away so much in my life that is not good. Carl was not part of that. Carl was one of the people I thought I could hang on to forever, but The Universe needs him more.
Go In Peace, my brother. I love you, and you have influenced my life, and I will always think of you as the standard of what a Mason should be.
Carl was the Senior Warden for the three consecutive years I was the Worshipful Master, because I asked him to. He was a twice Past Master himself, once before I was even born. He would sit at his place opposite the Lodge from me, and give me looks when I was about to say the wrong thing, and he had a gentle way of correcting me before I was about to do the wrong thing. When Rickreall Masonic Lodge was falling apart, Carl was the one who helped me hold it together.
He gave me wise counsel for years, he was one of my Best Men at my wedding, and my ex-wife and I were, in fact, married between two huge oak trees on his front yard. Carl was Salt of the Earth, who belived in Masonic virtues and principles. This world, and especially I, miss him terribly. Carl was one of the people I could call, day or night, if I had a ethical or sticky situation, and he would invariably let me tell both sides to him, and just saying it to him gave me the answer I needed.
I have been changing and cutting away so much in my life that is not good. Carl was not part of that. Carl was one of the people I thought I could hang on to forever, but The Universe needs him more.
Go In Peace, my brother. I love you, and you have influenced my life, and I will always think of you as the standard of what a Mason should be.
