Carl Hohol passed away at the Royal Jubilee Hospital on May 17th, 2022, with his wife and three children at his side.
He was predeceased by his father Dave, mother Mary, and infant brother Bryan.
He is survived by his wife Roberta, son David (Mae) of Calgary, Alberta, son Carl Jr. (May) of Victoria, British Columbia, daughter Natasha (Todd) of Winnipeg, Manitoba and only grandchild Daliah (daughter of son David).
Carl was raised on the Hohol family farm 6 km north of the Town of Two Hills, Alberta. After leaving his hometown in search of his fortune, he lived a vibrant, entrepreneurial lifestyle that he pursued with intelligence. Throughout Carl’s life, he maintained a positive social attitude in the various communities in which he resided, including Two Hills, Vegreville and Lavoy, Alberta, where his children were raised, before relocating to the Victoria, British Columbia area and subsequently returning to Edmonton, relocating to Clearwater, Port Alice, and ultimately settling once again in Victoria, B.C.
Carl’s education after formal schooling was generally through experience, operating a secondhand store, publishing a newspaper, conducting a beautiful destination facility on the Clearwater River, overseeing a property management firm and finally, performing strata council duties on behalf of a strata council. He was politically motivated and, on one occasion, conducted a very active and well-publicized campaign as the Rhinoceros Party candidate for a northern Alberta constituency that received an unusual amount of voter support. He was always well respected in all his activities, whether work-related, social, or political.
In lieu of flowers, please make direct donations to the BC SPCA Victoria Community Animal Centre: https://spca.bc.ca/donations/victoria/
Villanelle – Father and Son
Father and son, embracing hands for the first time I can remember
Seeing you weep was new; it made me feel so strangely moved,
your trace was soft with love; your hand touched like leather.
Feeling the pain of death wield us stronger together?
Seeing you sob profoundly, oddly made me think you approved,
father and son embracing hands for the first time I can remember.
As we looked in and saw death, it crashed down like a feather,
you need not look at me, as our crossing was far-removed,
your trace was soft with love; your hand touched like leather.
Father and son walking proudly, hand in hand together,
I gazed at you clasping my innocent fingers, my tiny heart behooved,
father and son embracing hands, the first time I can remember.
Deadman in the open casket carried a bond with my father, gone forever
this death, as my father sobbed, was for us as ours to also conclude,
your trace was soft with love; your hand touched like leather.
We walked silently; you let go of my tiny hand. Lost was our death-bound tether,
perhaps I am a fool to think you ever cared, years of silence reproved,
father and son embracing hands, for the first time I can remember,
your trace was soft with love; your hand touched like leather.
Author: Carl M. Hohol Jr.
With heavy heart but one filled with many memories for the 23 years married to Carl and mother of his children may you rsp