January 2, 1942 - December 28, 2015
Carl A. Johnson, age 73 of Richfield, MN passed away on December 28, 2015, just 5 days short of his 74th birthday after losing his fight against blood cancer. Survived by his wife of 51 years and the love of his life Penny; and their son, Tim. Preceded in death by his mother, Irene; father, Arthur; sister, Janice; and brother, Ken. Carl was employed by Yellow Freight, Inc. as a truck mechanic for over 30 years. Carl was a dedicated husband and father. He was an avid outdoorsman and former boxer and Golden Glove Champion. Carl loved his family and friends and was there for them whenever they needed him to be. Beside his great love for his family, was his love for his great friends , who were friends by blood but family by choice. They often spent time at their beloved cabin in Marksville, MN, just outside of Sandstone, MN. He will be forever in our hears, loved and truly missed until we meet again in Heaven.
Memorial Service
Saturday, January 9, 2016
12:00 Noon
Visitation 1 hour prior to Service
Morris Nilsen Funeral Chapel
6527 Portland Ave. S.
Richfield, MN 55423
So very sorry Penny & Tim and all his family. So very sorry to hear this. He will be missed by very many people!!
Cliff & Jan Coffin
“A letter from Heaven”
To my dearest family, some things I’d like to say. But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I’m writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there’s no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I’m out of sight. Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through. God picked me up and hugged me and He said, “I welcome you.”
It’s good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, They’ll be here later on. I need you here badly, you’re part of my plan. There’s so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man,”God gave me a list of things that he wished for me to do and foremost on the list was to watch and care for you. When you lie in bed at night the day’s chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years. Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. If I were to tell you, you wouldn’t understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over. I’m closer to you now, than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; but together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I’d like it for you too; that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who’s in sorrow and pain; then you can say to God at night. “My day was not in vain “and now I am contented that my life was worthwhile. Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low; just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you’re walking down the street and you’ve got me on your mind; I’m walking in your footsteps only half a step behind and when it’s time for you to go from that body to be free. Remember you’re not going, you’re coming here to me
Although i didnt know you that well. My friend Tony always talked highly of you and i believe you let me borrow your atv one weekend which i appreciated. GOD Bless you on your trip to heaven. Amen!
Thank you Cory
So sorry to hear what Carl and you went through. Have not seen Carl or you in a long time. You take are penny. See you at the services. Rose. Jacks sister
Penny, So sorry about carl. Sorry I could make to service.
Stay strong. Love John Soulak
I meant I am sorry I could not make to the service