1. Stephen and I met Carl at the young adult Oasis Fellowship group at the Boston Chinese Evangelical Church – back in the day some 25 years ago! He was a bright young man who desired to follow the Lord wholeheartedly. Carl found the love of his life in Sue, who also attended Oasis – we remember them being such a cute and joyful couple who were nearly always together! Later we learned they married and moved to Seattle, and their faith brought them through the hills and valleys of the years to follow, including Carl’s battle with cancer. The loss of Carl is deep, but we trust in our Good Shepherd’s assurance that he is now in heaven by Jesus’ side in a place of rest and peace. Lifting you up…

  2. Carl and I met at a tennis camp in Spring 2019 at the Amy Yee Tennis Center in Seattle. Carl overheard me asking an instructor if there was any water available, and when she said no, Carl offered me his extra water bottle. We became quick friends. Also in our camp was David Chinn, who was collecting phone numbers so people could meet up to play outside the camp. The three of us became original members of what would become David’s Halfcourt Hitsquad, now with 120+ members. Carl was very active in the group, and helped manage it. Carl was a tenacious player, chasing every ball he could, and was loved by everyone who met him. I have a lot of great memories. He taught me how to restring a racket, although it took us three times because we kept screwing something up. Once as his partner in doubles, he accidentally served a ball straight to my groin and took me out of the match. Most of all, I remember Carl as a thoughtful and gentle soul, with a quietly understated but great sense of humor. I feel very lucky to have been his friend. All my love to Sue, Milo and everyone.

  3. When I moved to London last year to study abroad, I was secretly terrified of being in a new place completely by myself. Luckily for me, Uncle Carl and Auntie Sue decided to come visit me in London as I was moving in. Uncle Carl made sure that I had everything I needed, even ordering everything I could possibly want or need on Amazon to make sure I was fully set up. We then proceeded to eat our way through London. When I was feeling unprepared, overwhelmed, and lonely, Uncle Carl was there to help and support me. I feel like this is so representative of who Uncle Carl was as a person. Incredibly generous, thoughtful, kind, and supportive. Selfless and humble. Quietly hilarious. Deeply good. Unfortunately, there are not a lot of people in this world as truly amazing as Uncle Carl. His deep sense of compassion and love inspire me to be a better person every day. I am so honored and blessed to have had such an amazing person in my life. I will miss Uncle Carl so much but I know he is in Heaven smiling down at us and we will all be reunited one day. In the meantime, I will think of all of our adventures, from watching Game of Thrones over shaved ice to dragon boating to seeing the latest DC and Marvel movies together fondly. Love you always, Uncle Carl.

  4. I really only spent time with Carl during the last 3 years we spent together at MIT. I transferred to New House 3 from a different dorm for my sophomore year. There I met Carl, a fellow MIT 6-3 (Computer Science) major, also deeply involved in Christian fellowships on campus, and a fellow Macintosh freak. His room was literally across the hall from mine. We wound up naturally spending plenty of time together, as we often found ourselves in the same classes, and would often struggle through problem sets together. A very common occurrence would be the moment sometime after midnight where Carl would waddle into my room, looking somewhat guilty, and asking if I’d go in with him for Wing-It. We’d often order the 28-piece suicide wings, and a healthy helping of extra blue cheese sauce to help offset the spiciness (at least for me). Those natural study breaks were fun, functional, and full of moments. We’d talk about Christianity, our fellowships, relationships, schoolwork, world events, just about anything. Sometimes it would turn into discussions (and shared food) with fellow late-nighters. Other times we’d teach each other songs on the guitar. Quite often we’d forget we were up late because we had schoolwork to do.

    I remember Carl introducing me to Tetris. He played with abandon, and it was his escape and study break of choice. One semester in, by the time I came home at Christmas, I was a mild expert at the game, and we’d compare top scores regularly. Every time I beat his high score he’d spend time trying to get me back. He’d dash into my room, say something like “I got 170”, or some such number, and dash back out.

    I remember going to an Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith concert with him. Picture two college Asian guys skipping home from the concert singing the chorus to MWS’s song “For You”.

    I had a responsibility in my senior year to oversee the Christian outreach events in the freshman R/O (residence/orientation) week that begins the school year. We had much drama around that time, and I remember a talk with Carl which I remember going against the grain of what everyone else was saying to me about a divisive person on the campus. “Gee, I don’t know Gene, I think most of what he’s saying is actually pretty good.” Carl’s response and quiet wisdom shone through in his counsel to me.

    I remember flying from California to Boston to attend Carl and Sue’s wedding in 1995, 3 years after we had left college. The weekend was full of reunions, but I most remember being part of a spontaneously prepared group song based on a Christian song “Acapella” to bless Carl and Sue’s wedding. It was a joy to do it for them.

    I didn’t really see or stay in close with Carl for many years. Providentially I was able to visit Seattle for work just 2 years ago, and took advantage of the time to see Carl and Sue briefly. Carl was already years into his treatment for cancer, but looked well. We had a simple dinner (sushi of course), and hung out at his place afterwards, chatting about everything and nothing at all, just like old times. In hindsight, that was a true blessing.

    I’m staring at one of Carl’s legacies to me – the CCF (Chinese Christian Fellowship) songbook, which he spent hours and days and weeks preparing from scratch on his Mac during one of our busy semesters at MIT. He often led worship at CCF meetings, and knew that I led worship at the Intervarsity group and would hit me up for songs. He’d come by often with his guitar, looking for the chords to this new song or that one. We’d play songs together, and sometimes it would turn into just a little bit more than that. For me, this songbook encapsulates Carl’s essence. His servant attitude. His technical focus. His eagerness to equip the saints. His pure joy at doing something valuable. His humility. My dog-eared copy is now a treasure, which I still keep close at hand. I imagine Carl flipping through the book right now and delightedly asking if I know this song or that one, and maybe even saying, “Yeah, maybe this one is a little childish, but it’s fun!”

    Sing a new song, Carl! I pray that you are free of pain!



  5. I was fortunate to have gotten to know Carl maybe 17 years ago as we prepared to go on what became several mission trips together and became friends. Carl was a good friend to all those he touched and I have fond memories of time spent together. Carl was always such a giving and caring soul. I remember one Summer when he wanted to touch me to ride a bike. He gave me his bike that he had ridden throughout college and spent days trying to touch this clumsy guy how to ride. Likewise when he found out I was learning to play guitar he spent time trying to teach. His gift to us was expressed through his caring for use, not through words but through his deeds and actions that he used to express it. I am especially grateful that he and Sue trusted me to dog-sit for their beloved Miso who I know is in heaven with Carl now, watching over him like Milo continues to watching over Sue.
    Katherine and I were very saddened by the news of Carl’s passing. We had hoped that when the pandemic passes that we get out of isolation and reconnect again with old friends we had not seen in a while. I remember the last time we spoke he said we should get together for dinner the next time we were in Seattle, but I am saddened that we never did.
    Sue thank you for letting us join you in remembering Carl. We will all be missing him so much. Blessings

  6. Alex, my husband, and I didn’t realize that we both knew Carl until recently. Alex knew him through an evangelism class they took at MIT. There were only 5 students in the class and Carl took a genuine interest in getting to know Alex.

    I knew Carl from 1991-1995 through our Chinese Christian fellowship (CCF) that met weekly at McCormick Hall at MIT. I considered Carl as one of my spiritual mentors at the time because he had a deeply rooted faith that was very authentic. I remembered he would often stand or sit to the side and didn’t call attention to himself. He played guitar with a worshipful heart. He listened well and when he did speak up, people listened. He was full of biblical words of wisdom. He never hesitated to offer help when it was needed and he was a role model for many of us. He was a servant leader and his humbleness drew others in.

    Sue, thank you for the wonderful service – it truly embodies all that Carl was and more. You both were so blessed to have each other and seem so unified in your love for God and others.

    Carl can proclaim 2 Timothy 4:7 and we are comforted in knowing that he is rejoicing in his forever home singing the Lord’s praises!

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