Our Friend
Carl Wallin

Carl Wallin

b. 11th December 1942, d. 3rd August 2018

On Friday, 3rd August 2018 I lost my dear friend Carl Wallin, who passed away peacefully in the morning after a brave three year battle with cancer. I will miss our long conversations: philosophy, spirituality and politics amongst them, our shared values and deep connection. Carl was a true friend and I miss him dreadfully.

I have created this remembrance page for anyone who would like to share their thoughts and memories of Carl. Please leave your thoughts below and they will appear soon afterwards.

Until the next time, safe journeys old friend.

- Seb Tomasini

Your Thoughts (newest first)

Monday 8th October 2018:

Carl was the Chief Ambulance Officer, in the early days of my career in the Ambulance Service. What struck me about Carl was his passion for the Service and the high standards of care he wanted to provide to patients. We would meet for a coffee and a chat, in his home town; he shared with me his hope for the future and his determination to fight his cancer. Just so pleased we met up again after so many years.

Sleep well my friend, your legacy through your work will live forever.

Hayden Newton.

Hayden Newton, former colleague and long time friend.

Wednesday 12th September 2018:

I knew Carl during the early days of his business in Cornwall when he designed the Cruciform card and log books for medical personnel. I am shocked to hear about Carl's passing as we became friends before he moved away. We had not had contact for many years and I deeply regret that upon hearing this sad news. Carl was a good person and we shared laughs as well as an enjoyable business relationship. He was passionate about his ideas and wanted to transform triage and processes for emergency management. I think he achieved that and more, with products that helped many and brought real life saving benefits. I'm glad that his legacy goes on if regretful that I didn't get the chance to reconnect with an old friend. Godspeed Carl.

Andrew (friend/colleague)

Sunday 9th September 2018:

To our wonderful friend, Carl, who was always so kind and thoughtful, who really cared and who truly understood.
We miss our chats, the fun and the laughter, but most of all we really miss you in our lives.
It was a pleasure and a privilege to have known you for so many years.
Always in our thoughts

Debbie and Darvis

Friday 31st August 2018:

I'm really shocked to experience his death. I was a few months ago on line with him. He told me that everything was going well.
He was a very kind person and he did so well with the Cruciform Cards and all the help to save lifes!
RIP dear Carl I keep you in my mind for ever!.

Francois Villard

Tuesday 21st August 2018:

Carl and I shared such happy times since his arrival, 7 years ago, in Ely. We had a warm, easy, relationship with no demanding expectations of each other. Carl had a zest for living which was rarely dampened by the cruel illness which he accepted with such grace. He recognised and acknowledged the wonderful help he received from all agencies involved in his last weeks.
I miss him!

Olive Cowen (partner)

Saturday 11th August 2018:

What was refreshing about Carl was that he genuinely loved women. He was undoubtedly a 'womanizer' but he also hugely enjoyed their company and could be wonderfully kind. I have reason to be grateful to Carl because he would always repair my fabric blind in the dining room, which I found fiddly. When my hoover got bunged up, round he'd come, dismantle the whole thing, clean it and put it back together again. Carl and Olive would also come to my rescue when the garden needed attention and they'd both work away like beavers until I scarcely recognized my overgrown patch.

But Carl also had many talents. He was an early riser and would take his camera onto the river bank and into the Dean's Meadow and would return with photographs that brilliantly caught the early morning light and the antics of the animals he encountered. Of course animals were also a great love of his and dogs loved him in return. Florrie was often landed on him and she would run into his house with great enthusiasm. She was also prepared to wait outside his front door if he was out, knowing he would return. Olive will know this better than me but he also had a pet hedgehog who came every evening to be fed.

Carl could cook and he made delicious bread and he also knew all about darning and set me up with a little implement that allowed me to thread a needle with ease and another device that allowed you to remove labels from clothes without damaging the garment.

Despite not being a man of any faith, Carl did tell a story I will always remember. It was during the period when he drove ambulances and on one occasion he and a colleague were called to a house to collect a man who was sick. As they stood in the bedroom trying to decide how they would get him down a very narrow staircase, they became aware that something had left the man's body and had floated out of the window. When the doctor arrived to examine him, he'd died and no doubt his soul had floated away.

I will miss Carl, he was a dear and loyal friend but I'm so happy that he died reconciled to his family with his daughters around him.

Susan Raleigh King (friend)

Monday 6th August 2018:

I knew Carl through Olive - he started joining her for adventures of those of us living on The Range some years ago. I also joined them for an occasional Friday evening meal at Silhet. Carl always had such a positive attitude toward his illness, facing it with real courage. It's hard to imagine such a lively and talkative and thoughtful voice silenced. He will be greatly missed.

Jill Winegardner

Carl Wallin

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

- Mary Elizabeth Frye