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December 1954

Passed
February 2021

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Clifford Paul (‘Kip’) Stone Jr., 66, passed away in a powered paramotor accident on 12 February 2021.

A fun-loving and beloved individual, Kip was born in Presque Isle, Maine in December 1954 to Clifford Paul and Sadie Marie (Morrow) Stone.  His unexpected passing is mourned by son Steven, siblings Ralph (Dean), June, Pamela, and Timothy, as well as his large extended family.

Kip’s earliest years were lived in Maine and at age six, his family moved to Succasunna, New Jersey.  At Roxbury High School, Kip starred in cross-country and excelled as a pole-vaulter.  He was very competitive, in spite of a broken nose suffered during a tournament, he distinguished himself by continuing to vault to support his team. Beside his nose, he also broke older brother Ralph’s pole-vault record with a vault of 13+ feet, a fete unbroken for ten years.  Kip graduated high school in 1974.

After high school, Kip attended Passaic School of Drafting.  His dad, after recovering from a stroke, decided also to pursue work as a drafter and the two of them completed drafting trade school together.

In 1978, Kip moved from New Jersey to California and resided with sister Pam until he was on his feet.  Establishing himself in San Diego, Cliff started using his given name.  As a draftsman, he worked for numerous San Diego companies and became a drafting supervisor.  He later transitioned to quality control, earning trust and position as a Quality Manager before retiring in 2020.

Cliff met Kathleen (Kathy) West in 1983 during a coed softball game.  He and Kathy married in April of 1986.  In 1990, their first child, Steven, was born and daughter Christina followed in 1993.  In 1999, Cliff married Deborah (Debbie) Fisher, at which point, the family expanded by welcoming Jeremy and his future wife, Melanie.  As Steven and Christina grew, family traditions quickly followed suit.  The most memorable times were of desert trips to Glamis, summer vacations in Mexico, local car shows, Thanksgiving feasts, and more recently, camping trips to Bass Lake.  Cliff's spirit of adventure lives-on through Steven and his four grandchildren: Jordan, Jaydon, Briana, and Emily.

Throughout his life, Cliff enjoyed many pastimes.  Notable among them were his passion project car (1970 Dodge Charger), camping, travel/road trips, ATV’ing, and in more recent years paramotoring.  Powered paragliding held a special place in Cliff's heart.  He could talk for hours about the surreal feeling of soaring through the sky like a bird and of the stunning vistas he witnessed in Peru, France, and Mexico.  Privately, it was his sanctuary; the place where he could separate himself from all that was below and listen to and speak with God.  With each adventure, Cliff established friendships, many of which extended into the family.  If there is anything underscoring Cliff’s life, it is that he loved the sense of adventure.

In the last few years of his life, Cliff was setting goals.  Recently retired, he was adapting to his slower paced life and spent his free time strengthening friendships with family.  He was in the process of moving to Arizona, accompanied by best friends Reginald and Sarah, building a house, and setting the stage to ride out the last of his days.  It is with a reluctant and heavy heart we must say goodbye.  While gone in the flesh, Cliff’s spirit lives on in his family and friends.

Cliff was predeceased by his father Clifford Paul Stone, Sr., mother Sadie Marie (Morrow) Stone, and daughter Christina Marie Stone. 

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Posted by Mary Eichler on February 24, 2021
I imagine Kip, would share this with us all if he was able

“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft

written by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Posted by Sarah Kuns on February 23, 2021
My Cliffy - I cannot believe my best friend is gone. My heart aches - you are so missed. He had such a bright future ahead of him. We were planning the next 15-20 years of fun and adventure. You will always be in our hearts and never be forgotten. My heart aches for you Steven, too. Your dad was so proud of you and he always spoke of you with a smile on his face. He truly loved flying - he always said he loved flying at Sunset because he always felt closer to Christina.

Posted by Sandi Rusch on February 21, 2021
My first love. I will never forget you.
Posted by Dee Czeszel on February 21, 2021
Although I didn’t know Cliff, I did know Kip. My memories I’ve held close to my heart for decades. He was very special to me. I remember him and Tony Franchi in the back yard practicing pole volt (I lived next door), him laying in his driveway fixing or puttering on vehicles and always ending up with a tin can of “extra” parts, riding through the woods on his motorcycle, watching UFO from his roof (the whole neighborhood watched) and SO many more. The whole neighborhood hung out together. Played football, swam, snowball fights, skating on the frozen pond in our back yards... I am so grateful and blessed to have known him and have him in my life. He helped shape me and I will forever hold him in my heart. Fly high Kip and Rest In Peace
Posted by is hady on February 21, 2021
Deep condolences for Clifford Stone and his family, I pray that Cliff be at the God's side now and flying high forever. I hope Cliff's family be given patient and can continue life in God's hand.
(Sorry if the pray mean different, but it's usually like that in my country)
Sincerely from ishady (Indonesia)
Member of Paramotor Facebook Group

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Posted by Mary Eichler on February 24, 2021
I imagine Kip, would share this with us all if he was able

“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft

written by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Posted by Sarah Kuns on February 23, 2021
My Cliffy - I cannot believe my best friend is gone. My heart aches - you are so missed. He had such a bright future ahead of him. We were planning the next 15-20 years of fun and adventure. You will always be in our hearts and never be forgotten. My heart aches for you Steven, too. Your dad was so proud of you and he always spoke of you with a smile on his face. He truly loved flying - he always said he loved flying at Sunset because he always felt closer to Christina.

Posted by Sandi Rusch on February 21, 2021
My first love. I will never forget you.
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Shared by Mary Eichler on February 24, 2021
I guess you would say I was an old friend and any stories I have were of Kip in his youth.  I am gonna to share tidbits of a few.   There were many trips to local auto junk yards, day and night (we were kids and yes mistakes were made) Jumping off the rocks/cliffs  plunging into the water below.  I remember him laughing at me one night, I was driving the Chevy SS Chevelle  and the exhaust came loose.  No way was I gonna show up with it like that so I went and got some brackets to fix it, and I did pretty well with the exception being I only had a short time to put it back together so I jumped right on it never thinking about it being hot, anyway a few burns later I was on my way, and when I told him how I burned my hands he laughed so hard, it was a good laugh, from the bottom of his belly.  Motorcycling to a picnic, me holding a watermelon while sitting on the back of the bike.  I remember Malcom, and how much he loved that dog.  The look on Kips face when Tim was having his hair permed, Island Dragway, the police car lights in his room, when the Daytona was stolen from the Willowbrook mall  and when he got what was left of it back and bringing it home, up rte 80 when all of a sudden the engine hood blew off soaring into the air and crashing down, that was a lucky day as it missed all the other cars.  Him driving the Daytona around the track in Ann Arbour Mich.  Seat belting Tina into the back seat of what ever car we drove because her safety was number one (mind you seat belts were not required by law yet)  I wanted to learn how to peel out  and he did not want to teach me, until Dom said "put it in neutral, rev it, up and drop it into gear"  His eyes getting wide and telling me to NEVER do that, and then his teaching me.  
Shared by Randy Opitz on February 22, 2021
I remember probably back in the70s I was working at a tire store that one day I road my motorcycle into work.  On my way into work my bike was giving me trouble I was able to make it in. I was planning to try to fix it after work.  To my surprise Cliff and Tim both came in which was the very first time they ever did.  I told them about the problem with my bike they looked at it and told me my throttle cable was getting stuck.  They offered to pick up a new cable and even installed it for me.  Wasn't that crazy Cliff you will always be remembered Tim you are the greatest. 

ATV Adventure

Shared by Steven Stone on February 20, 2021
One time my dad, Cliff, had the idea to ride along the tracks so that we could make our way to a scenic train trestle bridge.  We started early in the morning and took off from camp.  The flat lands quickly turned to a narrow path along the tracks as they wound through the mountains.  A couple hours into the journey my dad hit a railroad spike which pierced his rear tire.  At that point we decided to turn back.  The only way to keep the rim from shredding the flat tire was to keep the curve of the rim on top of the rail lines.  Since we were now moving very slow (and it was incredibly hot outside) my ATV decided to blow the radiator hose clean off spewing super heated water EVERYWHERE.  We found a couple half empty bottles and put the water in the bike and managed to limp back to camp.  With out a doubt, it was an incredible day!