Dear Majda and Marjan my heart broke for you both when I learned of your father's passing. I have wonderful memories of your father. He was larger than life. He was always happy and talked in a way that brought life to anything he was saying. I see that same quality in you Marjan. Both your mom and your dad had remarkable lives, far away from family and their birthplace.
Their world was in so many ways much harder than ours. Their legacy is laced with sacrifice but one where there was always room for a smile, a table to sit at and stories to tell. They raised two wonderful children. Now they are both watching over you and yours. Sending love, prayers, and peace to you both.
Aloha and a hui hou Karl.
WIth love, Janice
So sorry for the loss of your father. Karl will be held in the hearts of many friends, but particularly the Broadlands Carpet Bowling Groups. Karl was The Best. He loved the competition and he enjoyed the socializing. I can still recreate in my mind beautiful scenes from Slovenia just from your Dad’s travelogues after his many trips home.
Your dad liked to sit in a corner at carpet bowling, awaiting his turn to play. One particular happy memory of Karl was when I was skip for our team and he was sitting in the corner behind me. Someone had just delivered a particularly good ball and I said, “That’s the way I like it.”
From behind me I hear this deep musical voice: “Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.”
Whoever would have guessed that proper gentleman Karl would know KC And The Sunshine Band! I’m still smiling and I will definitely drink a toast to Karl and his beloved Slovenia.
My deepest condolences to all the family. Kay Alexander