Carl Price Holyfield
October 25, 1943 to September 29, 2021
Carl Holyfield was born to Carl and Votra Holyfield on October 25, 1943,
in Sikeston, Missouri. (Bonus Hill)
He was the youngest of 4 children. Preceding him in death were:
Brother- Henry “Cotton” Holyfield
Sister- Doris Stephens
Sister – Ruth Dover
He was happily married for 39 years to Fredi Femmer Holyfield who passed on
July 2, 2020.
He graduated Sikeston High School 1962
He was a graduate of Southeast Missouri State University. He served in the United States Army as a Green Berrett and was a Charter Pilot for over 50 years, which is how he made is living.
He was an active member of the Gulf Breeze and Sikeston VFW, The American Legion, and the Elks of both Pensacola, FL and Sikeston, Mo.
He loved flying and was also a member of the Quiet Birds Men. Along with all of these achievements in his life, he was a member of Masonic Lodge 310 in Sikeston, Mo.
He is survived by his daughter Lee Ann Kimbrell and her husband Brian. His son Tony Martin and his wife Teresa, Tracy Southern, Kristy and her husband Ted Carpenter and Tina Dyer, along with many adopted adult children.
Grandchildren: Todd Lee Metheny, Robert David Bornmann, Jessica Roxanne Sargent, Tyler Martin, Tony “TK” Martin. Great grandchildren include Jameson and Preston Sargent. Niece Darlene Stephens Ballard, Nancy Keating, and nephew Butch Holyfield.
He was the most amazing man. He loved his family and friends and was always in the mood to have fun, laugh, and make memories. His passion for flying never ended.
He was a self proclaimed “driver of fish.” There are so many wonderful things to say about my father. It has been wonderful having what little time I had with him, but there is simply never enough time. There is no preparation for this kind of loss. Our comfort is knowing he that he is now with his beloved wife, parents, brother and sisters, sitting at the table with the great “I AM”.
He was a Son, Brother, Husband, Uncle, Father and Friend to many. You will be truly missed. While we grieve, know we are not saying goodbye, but only until we see you again.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air... .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high un-trespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— John Gillespie Magee, Jr