Konrad Carl

It’s hard to believe we’re saying goodbye to Konrad. Born on January 1st, 1930, he always said starting the year with a bang set the tone for a life lived fully – and he certainly did that. He left us peacefully on April 9th, 2026, and while our hearts ache, they’re also so full remembering everything he was. Konrad wasn’t a man for fuss, but he was a man *of* substance. He started as a carpenter, a trade he was genuinely proud of, and you could always tell when he was assessing something – a slight tilt of the head, a measuring glance with his eyes. That practical, grounded nature stayed with him throughout his life, even as he rose through the ranks of the IG BSE and eventually led the International Federation of Building and Wood Workers. He never forgot where he came from, though. He often told stories about his apprenticeship, the camaraderie of the workshop, and the importance of standing up for what’s right. That’s what drove his work in the unions – a deep-seated belief in fairness and a tireless dedication to improving the lives of working people. He wasn’t interested in power for power’s sake; he wanted to make a real difference. And he did. He travelled the world, meeting with leaders and workers alike, always listening, always advocating. But even with all that responsibility, he always made time for family. He and his beloved wife, Erika, were a team, a constant source of support for each other and for us, their children and grandchildren. He had a twinkle in his eye when talking about Erika, a love that spanned decades and was truly inspiring. Konrad found joy in the simple things. A good book, a lively discussion (he *loved* a good debate!), and spending time in his garden. He wasn’t much for grand gestures, but he showed his love through acts of service – always ready to lend a hand, offer advice, or just sit and listen. He was a quiet observer, but his wisdom ran deep. He had a knack for seeing the good in people, and he always encouraged us to be our best selves. He was incredibly proud of his grandchildren, and loved hearing about their adventures. He’d always have a Werther’s Original tucked away for them, a little secret tradition. Konrad leaves behind a legacy of strength, integrity, and unwavering commitment to others. He touched so many lives, and the world is a little dimmer without his quiet presence. We’ll miss his stories, his gentle humor, and his steadfast love. He wasn’t just a leader, a unionist, or a carpenter; he was a father, a grandfather, a husband, and a friend. He was, simply, a good man. And we were so lucky to have him in our lives.