ForeverMissed
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This memorial website was created in the memory of my Dad, Carl M Warner.  Born on January 25, 1922 and passed away on August 13, 1993, 71 years young.  His wife and four living children and their families were at his side.  We will remember him always and miss him forever.

January 25, 2022
January 25, 2022
Miss ya dad always, love ya.  Your son Bob
February 10, 2016
February 10, 2016
Dad, you would be 94 this year and I know in my heart you would still be loving life. Aunt Lucy is still doing well in her 90s so it was possible. Fate took you much too early and, even after 23 years, I want to scream against the unfairness.
I look into the faces of my & Bob's grandkids and my great-grandsons and I see you. I find comfort in knowing that you live on in them as you will in their children. When I hug one of them, I close my eyes and know you are there, in me and in them and I feel some peace.
  Always loving daughter Terry
January 26, 2016
January 26, 2016
You are one person that should still be here,you loved life and lived it to its fullest.
.             miss you, your loving son BOB
January 25, 2015
January 25, 2015
Happy Birthday to my Dad who would have been 93 today.

I love and miss you very much.
January 25, 2014
January 25, 2014
I miss you every day Dad, you were my hero and I'll always think and miss you.      lov your son and proud of it, BOB
November 23, 2012
November 23, 2012
A twinkling smile that suggested a secret, blue-blue eyes, and a deep love of family and country. He was my world and I loved him with my whole being. He was my hero, my mentor, my friend, my teacher, my confidante and my Viking knight in shining armor. I was told he almost passed out with excitement when I was born; when he died I thought I would pass out from the pain. I miss you Dad!

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January 25, 2022
January 25, 2022
Miss ya dad always, love ya.  Your son Bob
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Memories of his voice

January 28, 2013

This may sound trite but one of the things I have tried to hang onto all these years is the sound of his voice, especially certain times.  When he called on the phone and I answered, I can still hear him say "Terry?".  Or when I would ask him a serious question that he couldn't answer, his response was a quiet "I don't know, Terry".

It wasn't the words that were important, its the memory of his voice that I want to keep inside my head because then I can keep a part of him alive inside of me always and forever. 

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