Carl Stephen Wright
Carl Stephen Wright's star fell from the sky 
August 11, 2005. He
is at last at peace with his universe and its demons which awed, perplexed,
and amazed him. A man of few words, but with an amazing and charming persona.
He could light up a room with just a smile or just being there. All who
he touched loved him as passionately as he loved them. Never content with
the middle of the road he lived life to the tune of his own drummer. The
whole of him was far greater than the sum of his parts. Carl was born December
22,1977, part Rambo, part Jeremiah Johnson, part James Dean, all rolled
into one. A truly beautiful man, who loved sports and the outdoors. Hunting
was his passion and he was a self-taught marksman able to shoot moving
targets with a pistol. No mountain was too hard to climb and no hike too
long. He knew no fear. We are all better people because we had the privilege
to know him. Words can never convey how much he is missed.”