We always called Carl, Uncle Carl in the family. Although he wasn't blood he's been a friend for years. My father grew up with him and because of that relationship I've known him my whole short life. I did get to see Carl a couple moths before he passed and he expressed his joy to go home to be with the Lord. It seems too soon but I know he would never want to return after being with the Lord. I miss you uncle carl and i look forward to seeing you again someday! I love you buddy