Birth date: Jul 16, 1956 Death date: Jan 4, 2024
Carl Keeney (July 16, 1956 - January 4, 2024) Carl Keeney, a beloved husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, passed away peacefully surrounded by his loving family on January 4, 2024, at the age of 67. Born to Charl Read Obituary
Carl was a great friend to me and I will miss him for now ... but I rejoice in that we'll meet up again in a far better place! He was a kind and sincere brother-in-the-Lord who also knew how to play chess as well as anyone I've ever met.
One of my best memories with Carl was going to the Gaither Homecoming concert along with Verna and Julie. But I also remember going to the Pennsylvania Farm Show together, and spending Christmas at his house one year. Carl felt like a blood relative to me because he always made me feel so at home with him.
Carl ... you have finished the race and fought the good fight, and those who loved you do not sorrow like those who have no hope. The Lord Jesus welcomed you home and one day soon "when we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be!!"
Carl was and is the best friend I ever had. I guess you could say he worked for me. But I didn't see it like that. I always introduced him to others as a co worker. I learned so much from him. I met him in 1989 when i was 17. He was one of those guys that would tell you anything he knows if he thought you wanted to know. I am so glad i got to spend the time with him we had. I sure love you Carl. May you rest in peace (with that smile you always carried)
I have many memories with Uncle Carl. I will always remember the fishing trips he and Aunt Verna would take us on. I believe one trip was along the Potomac River and I remember Aunt Verna giving us peanut butter and crackers for lunch on the boat, they tasted so good. My fondest memory and one I tell quit often is about a late night trip he had taken Calvin and I on, fishing off the bank of the Monocay River. I believe it had just started to get dark and he had lit a fire for us. There was a huge splash up stream from us, to me, it had sounded like a cow had falling off the bank and into the river. Of course I was kinda freaked and but I remember Uncle Carl being me chuckling. That was my first experience with a beaver. The best part of the story was, during all of the commotion, I had looked down and seen Calvin's bobber taking some pretty strong hits. Uncle Carl told me to grab it, i gave it a good jerk and caught the biggest catfish i had ever caught, a 30 inch channel catfish.
