Obit from the Commercial Appeal
Friday, November 4, 1983
Askew - Carl Stanford Sanders, 61, retired carpenter, died Wednesday at his home. Services at 2 p.m. today at Kimbro Funeral Home in Marks; burial in Longtown Cemetery in Crenshaw. He leaves a son, Freddie Sanders of Askew; two sisters, Mrs. Margaret Jennings of Sarah and Mrs. Elizabeth Conoway of Memphis and a brother, C. E. Sanders of West Columbia, S. C.
Carl Stanford Sanders was the son of Willietts Rufus "W. R." Sanders and Ellen Cordelia Johnson. Carl was born in Memphis, TN and lived there until his family moved to Lake Cormorant, Mississippi, then to Eudora, MS and then they settled in Askew, MS where Carl lived until his death in 1983. Carl was the youngest boy in the Sanders family only having one other sibling younger than himself. His siblings were: Willietts Franklin "Frank or W. F." Sanders died May 1983, Clarence Eugene Sanders died April 1987, Henry Morris Sanders died September 1971, Margaret Ellen Sanders Jennings, and Elizabeth Adelaide Sanders Conoway.
Carl served in the U.S. Army during World War II as a private. Just before he was to be deployed overseas to Germany, Carl suffered a severe heat stroke. He was honorably and medically discharged from the Army.
Carl was married to Etta Mae "Louise" Listion with whom he had one child, a son named Freddie Carl Sanders. Carl divorced Louise in the late 1940's and he never remarried. Carl had four grandchildren: Kim, DeWayne, Lisa and Lori Sanders. Carl now has five great grandchildren - all born after his death: Ben, Ashley, and Matthew Murray; Tyler and Breanna Sanders and two great grandchildren in heaven.
Carl's paternal grandparents were John Washington Sanders & Minerva Alice Jones Sanders and his great paternal grandparents were George Washington Sanders & Elizabeth Yancy Sanders.
Now for my "personal" biography for Carl
This is a my Granddaddy. He was really the only grandparent that I was ever close too mainly because he always lived close by and I saw him basically everyday. I'm not saying that I loved him more than the others but circumstances just put Granddaddy there all the time. He always lived either across the street from me when I was really little and then he built a house beside my house when I was about 9 or 10. My Granddaddy was always there for me.
He divorced my dad's mom when my dad was about 4 years old, so he was always a single man. My Granddaddy raised my dad as a single father. But, not because my grandmother wanted it that way. Carl was a very "hard-headed" man and he wanted everything his way. I know through verbal history that he mistreated my grandmother to the point that she left him along with my dad. But as I've stated before, it was not by her choice to leave my dad with him. Carl did threatened her life if she took my dad away from him and she could never call his bluff. So, my dad grew up not ever really knowing his mother and even as an adult, he has no relationship with her. Anyway, my Granddaddy was not very fond of many people. He preferred to spend time with his family. He loved to visit his sister, Margaret, whom he called "Sis" and he often would spend time at his brother's (Frank's) house.
I'm glad that I do not remember all of the feuds that occurred in the Sanders Family. Upon the death of Carl's father, Willietts, the family had a feud or should I say a "falling-out". Willietts did not have a will and he had a "new wife" to whom he married shortly after the death of his first wife, Ellen. Anyway, Carl quit speaking to his oldest brother Frank and it was not until the death of their brother, Henry, did they start speaking again. It is amazing how a death can bring a family closer together because from that moment until both of their deaths 6 months and 1 day apart, they were again "brothers" until the very end.
It is very sad to say that my mother and Carl never liked each other. It was not until close to his death that he apologized to my mother for his bad behavior. Like I said earlier, he only liked his family and my mom was not his family. I think he often viewed her as someone who took his only child away from him.
Carl experienced many health issues during my lifetime. He had emphysema really bad. He had smoked cigarettes from the time he was a very small boy. It was very acceptable to smoke back then as no one knew of the health problems that they caused. In about 1980-1981, Carl had double lung surgery at the VA Hospital in Memphis, TN because they thought he had lung cancer. Well, he did not have cancer and what they thought was a spot on his lungs was not there when they opened his chest. It took him forever to recuperate from that surgery. Then in August of 1983, my Granddaddy had a heart attack and it was discovered that he had congenital heart defect and he also had an "balloon" aneurysm that was very large. The doctors at the VA told him that if he did not have the heart and bypass surgery that he would not live two months. After much begging, I help to convince my Granddaddy to have the surgery because I wanted him to live a very long life. He was only 61 years old. My Granddaddy lived only three months after having surgery. I said then, that I would never tell somebody that they HAD to have surgery. Those last three months that Carl lived were miserable because of the recovery process.
In the late afternoon of November 2, 1983, we found my Granddaddy dead in his house. We sorta of knew that he had died because his door was locked from the inside and he would not answer when we called through the screen door. That afternoon, my parents and I went over to his house to get in. My dad had to kick the door in and as we did, we heard his alarm clock sounding. (He set his alarm clock to take his medicine). My parents went straight to his bedroom to where the alarm was sounding, while I decided to go to the living room to wait to see what they had found. Well, I found my Granddaddy dead in the living room lying across his chair. He died holding a cigarette because the butt was in between his fingers. The doctor said that he died instantly and that he felt no pain. I only pray that they were right. I still remember seeing my daddy falling on the floor beside the chair saying, "Wake up Daddy, Wake up Daddy!". My dad transformed into a little boy if only for a few minutes. I will tell you that seeing my Granddaddy dead in that state really bothered me for many, many months as I was only 17 years old and a senior in high school. I would have nightmares about us burying him in inappropriate places such as under the house. I know that sounds weird but I sure did dream it.
But here is the best part about Carl's life. Sometime during those last three months of his life, he became a Christian and he apologized to my Mom about all that he had done to her and he told my mom the story about being "SAVED". He told my mom that while he was in the ICU at the VA Hospital that this very elderly black minister who had came to see someone else but only to discover that the person had died earlier before he got there, started to tell him about Jesus. This kind man witnessed to Carl and Carl asked the Lord, Jesus Christ to come into his life. I will tell you that Carl was a different person those last three months of his life. I now know that Carl was supposed to have that surgery if only for that minister to witness to him. I now know that I will see him again in Heaven. I know that he probably has my babies sitting on his knees playing "riding a horsey going to town".
I know that this probably one of the weirdest bios that someone has ever written and it has taken me a long time to put this information on here but I felt like people should know what kind of man he was and the man that he became if only for three months. My Granddaddy always made me feel like I was his one and only grandchild and I will love him always.
Friday, November 4, 1983
Askew - Carl Stanford Sanders, 61, retired carpenter, died Wednesday at his home. Services at 2 p.m. today at Kimbro Funeral Home in Marks; burial in Longtown Cemetery in Crenshaw. He leaves a son, Freddie Sanders of Askew; two sisters, Mrs. Margaret Jennings of Sarah and Mrs. Elizabeth Conoway of Memphis and a brother, C. E. Sanders of West Columbia, S. C.
Carl Stanford Sanders was the son of Willietts Rufus "W. R." Sanders and Ellen Cordelia Johnson. Carl was born in Memphis, TN and lived there until his family moved to Lake Cormorant, Mississippi, then to Eudora, MS and then they settled in Askew, MS where Carl lived until his death in 1983. Carl was the youngest boy in the Sanders family only having one other sibling younger than himself. His siblings were: Willietts Franklin "Frank or W. F." Sanders died May 1983, Clarence Eugene Sanders died April 1987, Henry Morris Sanders died September 1971, Margaret Ellen Sanders Jennings, and Elizabeth Adelaide Sanders Conoway.
Carl served in the U.S. Army during World War II as a private. Just before he was to be deployed overseas to Germany, Carl suffered a severe heat stroke. He was honorably and medically discharged from the Army.
Carl was married to Etta Mae "Louise" Listion with whom he had one child, a son named Freddie Carl Sanders. Carl divorced Louise in the late 1940's and he never remarried. Carl had four grandchildren: Kim, DeWayne, Lisa and Lori Sanders. Carl now has five great grandchildren - all born after his death: Ben, Ashley, and Matthew Murray; Tyler and Breanna Sanders and two great grandchildren in heaven.
Carl's paternal grandparents were John Washington Sanders & Minerva Alice Jones Sanders and his great paternal grandparents were George Washington Sanders & Elizabeth Yancy Sanders.
Now for my "personal" biography for Carl
This is a my Granddaddy. He was really the only grandparent that I was ever close too mainly because he always lived close by and I saw him basically everyday. I'm not saying that I loved him more than the others but circumstances just put Granddaddy there all the time. He always lived either across the street from me when I was really little and then he built a house beside my house when I was about 9 or 10. My Granddaddy was always there for me.
He divorced my dad's mom when my dad was about 4 years old, so he was always a single man. My Granddaddy raised my dad as a single father. But, not because my grandmother wanted it that way. Carl was a very "hard-headed" man and he wanted everything his way. I know through verbal history that he mistreated my grandmother to the point that she left him along with my dad. But as I've stated before, it was not by her choice to leave my dad with him. Carl did threatened her life if she took my dad away from him and she could never call his bluff. So, my dad grew up not ever really knowing his mother and even as an adult, he has no relationship with her. Anyway, my Granddaddy was not very fond of many people. He preferred to spend time with his family. He loved to visit his sister, Margaret, whom he called "Sis" and he often would spend time at his brother's (Frank's) house.
I'm glad that I do not remember all of the feuds that occurred in the Sanders Family. Upon the death of Carl's father, Willietts, the family had a feud or should I say a "falling-out". Willietts did not have a will and he had a "new wife" to whom he married shortly after the death of his first wife, Ellen. Anyway, Carl quit speaking to his oldest brother Frank and it was not until the death of their brother, Henry, did they start speaking again. It is amazing how a death can bring a family closer together because from that moment until both of their deaths 6 months and 1 day apart, they were again "brothers" until the very end.
It is very sad to say that my mother and Carl never liked each other. It was not until close to his death that he apologized to my mother for his bad behavior. Like I said earlier, he only liked his family and my mom was not his family. I think he often viewed her as someone who took his only child away from him.
Carl experienced many health issues during my lifetime. He had emphysema really bad. He had smoked cigarettes from the time he was a very small boy. It was very acceptable to smoke back then as no one knew of the health problems that they caused. In about 1980-1981, Carl had double lung surgery at the VA Hospital in Memphis, TN because they thought he had lung cancer. Well, he did not have cancer and what they thought was a spot on his lungs was not there when they opened his chest. It took him forever to recuperate from that surgery. Then in August of 1983, my Granddaddy had a heart attack and it was discovered that he had congenital heart defect and he also had an "balloon" aneurysm that was very large. The doctors at the VA told him that if he did not have the heart and bypass surgery that he would not live two months. After much begging, I help to convince my Granddaddy to have the surgery because I wanted him to live a very long life. He was only 61 years old. My Granddaddy lived only three months after having surgery. I said then, that I would never tell somebody that they HAD to have surgery. Those last three months that Carl lived were miserable because of the recovery process.
In the late afternoon of November 2, 1983, we found my Granddaddy dead in his house. We sorta of knew that he had died because his door was locked from the inside and he would not answer when we called through the screen door. That afternoon, my parents and I went over to his house to get in. My dad had to kick the door in and as we did, we heard his alarm clock sounding. (He set his alarm clock to take his medicine). My parents went straight to his bedroom to where the alarm was sounding, while I decided to go to the living room to wait to see what they had found. Well, I found my Granddaddy dead in the living room lying across his chair. He died holding a cigarette because the butt was in between his fingers. The doctor said that he died instantly and that he felt no pain. I only pray that they were right. I still remember seeing my daddy falling on the floor beside the chair saying, "Wake up Daddy, Wake up Daddy!". My dad transformed into a little boy if only for a few minutes. I will tell you that seeing my Granddaddy dead in that state really bothered me for many, many months as I was only 17 years old and a senior in high school. I would have nightmares about us burying him in inappropriate places such as under the house. I know that sounds weird but I sure did dream it.
But here is the best part about Carl's life. Sometime during those last three months of his life, he became a Christian and he apologized to my Mom about all that he had done to her and he told my mom the story about being "SAVED". He told my mom that while he was in the ICU at the VA Hospital that this very elderly black minister who had came to see someone else but only to discover that the person had died earlier before he got there, started to tell him about Jesus. This kind man witnessed to Carl and Carl asked the Lord, Jesus Christ to come into his life. I will tell you that Carl was a different person those last three months of his life. I now know that Carl was supposed to have that surgery if only for that minister to witness to him. I now know that I will see him again in Heaven. I know that he probably has my babies sitting on his knees playing "riding a horsey going to town".
I know that this probably one of the weirdest bios that someone has ever written and it has taken me a long time to put this information on here but I felt like people should know what kind of man he was and the man that he became if only for three months. My Granddaddy always made me feel like I was his one and only grandchild and I will love him always.
Obit from the Commercial Appeal
Friday, November 4, 1983
Askew - Carl Stanford Sanders, 61, retired carpenter, died Wednesday at his home. Services at 2 p.m. today at Kimbro Funeral Home in Marks; burial in Longtown Cemetery in Crenshaw. He leaves a son, Freddie Sanders of Askew; two sisters, Mrs. Margaret Jennings of Sarah and Mrs. Elizabeth Conoway of Memphis and a brother, C. E. Sanders of West Columbia, S. C.
Carl Stanford Sanders was the son of Willietts Rufus "W. R." Sanders and Ellen Cordelia Johnson. Carl was born in Memphis, TN and lived there until his family moved to Lake Cormorant, Mississippi, then to Eudora, MS and then they settled in Askew, MS where Carl lived until his death in 1983. Carl was the youngest boy in the Sanders family only having one other sibling younger than himself. His siblings were: Willietts Franklin "Frank or W. F." Sanders died May 1983, Clarence Eugene Sanders died April 1987, Henry Morris Sanders died September 1971, Margaret Ellen Sanders Jennings, and Elizabeth Adelaide Sanders Conoway.
Carl served in the U.S. Army during World War II as a private. Just before he was to be deployed overseas to Germany, Carl suffered a severe heat stroke. He was honorably and medically discharged from the Army.
Carl was married to Etta Mae "Louise" Listion with whom he had one child, a son named Freddie Carl Sanders. Carl divorced Louise in the late 1940's and he never remarried. Carl had four grandchildren: Kim, DeWayne, Lisa and Lori Sanders. Carl now has five great grandchildren - all born after his death: Ben, Ashley, and Matthew Murray; Tyler and Breanna Sanders and two great grandchildren in heaven.
Carl's paternal grandparents were John Washington Sanders & Minerva Alice Jones Sanders and his great paternal grandparents were George Washington Sanders & Elizabeth Yancy Sanders.
Now for my "personal" biography for Carl
This is a my Granddaddy. He was really the only grandparent that I was ever close too mainly because he always lived close by and I saw him basically everyday. I'm not saying that I loved him more than the others but circumstances just put Granddaddy there all the time. He always lived either across the street from me when I was really little and then he built a house beside my house when I was about 9 or 10. My Granddaddy was always there for me.
He divorced my dad's mom when my dad was about 4 years old, so he was always a single man. My Granddaddy raised my dad as a single father. But, not because my grandmother wanted it that way. Carl was a very "hard-headed" man and he wanted everything his way. I know through verbal history that he mistreated my grandmother to the point that she left him along with my dad. But as I've stated before, it was not by her choice to leave my dad with him. Carl did threatened her life if she took my dad away from him and she could never call his bluff. So, my dad grew up not ever really knowing his mother and even as an adult, he has no relationship with her. Anyway, my Granddaddy was not very fond of many people. He preferred to spend time with his family. He loved to visit his sister, Margaret, whom he called "Sis" and he often would spend time at his brother's (Frank's) house.
I'm glad that I do not remember all of the feuds that occurred in the Sanders Family. Upon the death of Carl's father, Willietts, the family had a feud or should I say a "falling-out". Willietts did not have a will and he had a "new wife" to whom he married shortly after the death of his first wife, Ellen. Anyway, Carl quit speaking to his oldest brother Frank and it was not until the death of their brother, Henry, did they start speaking again. It is amazing how a death can bring a family closer together because from that moment until both of their deaths 6 months and 1 day apart, they were again "brothers" until the very end.
It is very sad to say that my mother and Carl never liked each other. It was not until close to his death that he apologized to my mother for his bad behavior. Like I said earlier, he only liked his family and my mom was not his family. I think he often viewed her as someone who took his only child away from him.
Carl experienced many health issues during my lifetime. He had emphysema really bad. He had smoked cigarettes from the time he was a very small boy. It was very acceptable to smoke back then as no one knew of the health problems that they caused. In about 1980-1981, Carl had double lung surgery at the VA Hospital in Memphis, TN because they thought he had lung cancer. Well, he did not have cancer and what they thought was a spot on his lungs was not there when they opened his chest. It took him forever to recuperate from that surgery. Then in August of 1983, my Granddaddy had a heart attack and it was discovered that he had congenital heart defect and he also had an "balloon" aneurysm that was very large. The doctors at the VA told him that if he did not have the heart and bypass surgery that he would not live two months. After much begging, I help to convince my Granddaddy to have the surgery because I wanted him to live a very long life. He was only 61 years old. My Granddaddy lived only three months after having surgery. I said then, that I would never tell somebody that they HAD to have surgery. Those last three months that Carl lived were miserable because of the recovery process.
In the late afternoon of November 2, 1983, we found my Granddaddy dead in his house. We sorta of knew that he had died because his door was locked from the inside and he would not answer when we called through the screen door. That afternoon, my parents and I went over to his house to get in. My dad had to kick the door in and as we did, we heard his alarm clock sounding. (He set his alarm clock to take his medicine). My parents went straight to his bedroom to where the alarm was sounding, while I decided to go to the living room to wait to see what they had found. Well, I found my Granddaddy dead in the living room lying across his chair. He died holding a cigarette because the butt was in between his fingers. The doctor said that he died instantly and that he felt no pain. I only pray that they were right. I still remember seeing my daddy falling on the floor beside the chair saying, "Wake up Daddy, Wake up Daddy!". My dad transformed into a little boy if only for a few minutes. I will tell you that seeing my Granddaddy dead in that state really bothered me for many, many months as I was only 17 years old and a senior in high school. I would have nightmares about us burying him in inappropriate places such as under the house. I know that sounds weird but I sure did dream it.
But here is the best part about Carl's life. Sometime during those last three months of his life, he became a Christian and he apologized to my Mom about all that he had done to her and he told my mom the story about being "SAVED". He told my mom that while he was in the ICU at the VA Hospital that this very elderly black minister who had came to see someone else but only to discover that the person had died earlier before he got there, started to tell him about Jesus. This kind man witnessed to Carl and Carl asked the Lord, Jesus Christ to come into his life. I will tell you that Carl was a different person those last three months of his life. I now know that Carl was supposed to have that surgery if only for that minister to witness to him. I now know that I will see him again in Heaven. I know that he probably has my babies sitting on his knees playing "riding a horsey going to town".
I know that this probably one of the weirdest bios that someone has ever written and it has taken me a long time to put this information on here but I felt like people should know what kind of man he was and the man that he became if only for three months. My Granddaddy always made me feel like I was his one and only grandchild and I will love him always.
Friday, November 4, 1983
Askew - Carl Stanford Sanders, 61, retired carpenter, died Wednesday at his home. Services at 2 p.m. today at Kimbro Funeral Home in Marks; burial in Longtown Cemetery in Crenshaw. He leaves a son, Freddie Sanders of Askew; two sisters, Mrs. Margaret Jennings of Sarah and Mrs. Elizabeth Conoway of Memphis and a brother, C. E. Sanders of West Columbia, S. C.
Carl Stanford Sanders was the son of Willietts Rufus "W. R." Sanders and Ellen Cordelia Johnson. Carl was born in Memphis, TN and lived there until his family moved to Lake Cormorant, Mississippi, then to Eudora, MS and then they settled in Askew, MS where Carl lived until his death in 1983. Carl was the youngest boy in the Sanders family only having one other sibling younger than himself. His siblings were: Willietts Franklin "Frank or W. F." Sanders died May 1983, Clarence Eugene Sanders died April 1987, Henry Morris Sanders died September 1971, Margaret Ellen Sanders Jennings, and Elizabeth Adelaide Sanders Conoway.
Carl served in the U.S. Army during World War II as a private. Just before he was to be deployed overseas to Germany, Carl suffered a severe heat stroke. He was honorably and medically discharged from the Army.
Carl was married to Etta Mae "Louise" Listion with whom he had one child, a son named Freddie Carl Sanders. Carl divorced Louise in the late 1940's and he never remarried. Carl had four grandchildren: Kim, DeWayne, Lisa and Lori Sanders. Carl now has five great grandchildren - all born after his death: Ben, Ashley, and Matthew Murray; Tyler and Breanna Sanders and two great grandchildren in heaven.
Carl's paternal grandparents were John Washington Sanders & Minerva Alice Jones Sanders and his great paternal grandparents were George Washington Sanders & Elizabeth Yancy Sanders.
Now for my "personal" biography for Carl
This is a my Granddaddy. He was really the only grandparent that I was ever close too mainly because he always lived close by and I saw him basically everyday. I'm not saying that I loved him more than the others but circumstances just put Granddaddy there all the time. He always lived either across the street from me when I was really little and then he built a house beside my house when I was about 9 or 10. My Granddaddy was always there for me.
He divorced my dad's mom when my dad was about 4 years old, so he was always a single man. My Granddaddy raised my dad as a single father. But, not because my grandmother wanted it that way. Carl was a very "hard-headed" man and he wanted everything his way. I know through verbal history that he mistreated my grandmother to the point that she left him along with my dad. But as I've stated before, it was not by her choice to leave my dad with him. Carl did threatened her life if she took my dad away from him and she could never call his bluff. So, my dad grew up not ever really knowing his mother and even as an adult, he has no relationship with her. Anyway, my Granddaddy was not very fond of many people. He preferred to spend time with his family. He loved to visit his sister, Margaret, whom he called "Sis" and he often would spend time at his brother's (Frank's) house.
I'm glad that I do not remember all of the feuds that occurred in the Sanders Family. Upon the death of Carl's father, Willietts, the family had a feud or should I say a "falling-out". Willietts did not have a will and he had a "new wife" to whom he married shortly after the death of his first wife, Ellen. Anyway, Carl quit speaking to his oldest brother Frank and it was not until the death of their brother, Henry, did they start speaking again. It is amazing how a death can bring a family closer together because from that moment until both of their deaths 6 months and 1 day apart, they were again "brothers" until the very end.
It is very sad to say that my mother and Carl never liked each other. It was not until close to his death that he apologized to my mother for his bad behavior. Like I said earlier, he only liked his family and my mom was not his family. I think he often viewed her as someone who took his only child away from him.
Carl experienced many health issues during my lifetime. He had emphysema really bad. He had smoked cigarettes from the time he was a very small boy. It was very acceptable to smoke back then as no one knew of the health problems that they caused. In about 1980-1981, Carl had double lung surgery at the VA Hospital in Memphis, TN because they thought he had lung cancer. Well, he did not have cancer and what they thought was a spot on his lungs was not there when they opened his chest. It took him forever to recuperate from that surgery. Then in August of 1983, my Granddaddy had a heart attack and it was discovered that he had congenital heart defect and he also had an "balloon" aneurysm that was very large. The doctors at the VA told him that if he did not have the heart and bypass surgery that he would not live two months. After much begging, I help to convince my Granddaddy to have the surgery because I wanted him to live a very long life. He was only 61 years old. My Granddaddy lived only three months after having surgery. I said then, that I would never tell somebody that they HAD to have surgery. Those last three months that Carl lived were miserable because of the recovery process.
In the late afternoon of November 2, 1983, we found my Granddaddy dead in his house. We sorta of knew that he had died because his door was locked from the inside and he would not answer when we called through the screen door. That afternoon, my parents and I went over to his house to get in. My dad had to kick the door in and as we did, we heard his alarm clock sounding. (He set his alarm clock to take his medicine). My parents went straight to his bedroom to where the alarm was sounding, while I decided to go to the living room to wait to see what they had found. Well, I found my Granddaddy dead in the living room lying across his chair. He died holding a cigarette because the butt was in between his fingers. The doctor said that he died instantly and that he felt no pain. I only pray that they were right. I still remember seeing my daddy falling on the floor beside the chair saying, "Wake up Daddy, Wake up Daddy!". My dad transformed into a little boy if only for a few minutes. I will tell you that seeing my Granddaddy dead in that state really bothered me for many, many months as I was only 17 years old and a senior in high school. I would have nightmares about us burying him in inappropriate places such as under the house. I know that sounds weird but I sure did dream it.
But here is the best part about Carl's life. Sometime during those last three months of his life, he became a Christian and he apologized to my Mom about all that he had done to her and he told my mom the story about being "SAVED". He told my mom that while he was in the ICU at the VA Hospital that this very elderly black minister who had came to see someone else but only to discover that the person had died earlier before he got there, started to tell him about Jesus. This kind man witnessed to Carl and Carl asked the Lord, Jesus Christ to come into his life. I will tell you that Carl was a different person those last three months of his life. I now know that Carl was supposed to have that surgery if only for that minister to witness to him. I now know that I will see him again in Heaven. I know that he probably has my babies sitting on his knees playing "riding a horsey going to town".
I know that this probably one of the weirdest bios that someone has ever written and it has taken me a long time to put this information on here but I felt like people should know what kind of man he was and the man that he became if only for three months. My Granddaddy always made me feel like I was his one and only grandchild and I will love him always.
