Kenneth Poe Funeral Services

November 18, 2017

Carlton Reynolds Myrick, 30, passed away November 18, 2017.

Since his birth on June 19, 1987, Reynolds gracefully and courageously dealt with significant physical health issues. While his strength in meeting these challenges was unwavering, he maintained a selfless focus on others, never wanting the spotlight to be on himself.

Reynolds’ priorities were always his family, his friends, and those he came across along his adventures. He never met a stranger, and not only could he make anyone feel comfortable, he knew how to make anyone feel like family.

He would drop anything to lend a hand or have a healthy debate on the merits of open-source software. From a young age, Reynolds had a strong passion for all things tech. He built his own computer at the ripe age of 12, and his knack for computers only evolved from there. Professionally, he found the perfect fit working in cyber security.

Whether navigating the back roads of Japan or the back woods of the Rockies, he lived for a good adventure. He travelled across the country with his love for his favorite band Phish. And when he wasn’t Phishing with friends, Reynolds deeply enjoyed the outdoors. Whether skiing black diamonds in Colorado, camping on the family farm, or slicing drives on the golf courses of Kiawah Island... he did it all.

He was the relentless, lone Wolfpack in a family of Tar Heels. His pride for his alma mater made every game day one to remember.

He loved and protected his blended family, and always made them his highest priority.

There will be a private memorial service for family members at Myers Park United Methodist Church. The family suggests memorial contributions be sent to The Appalachian Trail Conservancy, 799 Washington St. / PO Box 807, Harpers Ferry, WV 25425.

His father, Tom Myrick and wife Lynn, his mother, Sylvia Warren and husband Dan, his brother Ryan Myrick, and his step siblings Blair and Mary Blake Warren, and Rachael and Zachary Wondracek, along with grandparents Ray and Doris Myrick (in spirit), Clarence (in spirit) and Mildred Betzen, and Gene (in spirit) and Louise Warren, and Doug and Jackie Redfern invite friends and family to a casual Celebration of Life on Saturday, November 25, 2017 at The Olde Mecklenburg Brewery from 2:30pm - 4:30pm EST.

Arrangements are in the care of Kenneth Poe Funeral & Cremation Service, 1321 Berkeley Ave., Charlotte, NC 28204; (704) 641-7606. Online condolences can be shared at www.kennethpoeservices.com.

Words from a Friend..... As sent to Reynolds' Father....

Dear Reynolds,

I’m sitting here, in my hotel room in Saudi going through old emails and Google Hangout conversations that go back to June 2006. I received an email from NC State stating that I had been assigned a roommate; Carlton Reynolds Myrick. I was shocked. I had never seen a whiter name in my life. To be fair, you must have been more surprised. Yazan Wafa Haider Abdulrazaq Noman Al-Shihabi is a pretty long name. It doesn’t really roll off the tongue in English either.

We emailed each other throughout the summer, discussing our majors, hobbies, and what any freshman wanted to talk about; how much fun we were going to have.

I made my way over to the states with my mom and brother, they helped me settle in, and then they left. I was alone for the first time in my life, 7,000 miles away from home. I felt unbelievably alone. I didn’t know a single soul in North Carolina, except for my roommate. You put your arm around my shoulders and knew exactly what to say. You took me in and immediately accepted me as a brother.

You began your process of de-“FOB”ifying me. I didn’t even know what a FOB was (fresh off the boat). We took a ride in the green monster, you introduced me to Phish and Dave Matthews, and you made me throw away my sandals with straps and get a pair of rainbows (I still wear rainbows to this day). You taught me about American pop culture, why the Tarheels suck, and the beauty of the South. I must be the only Kuwaiti good ol’ boy.

You took me to parties to meet your friends. You had so many. Thanks to you, a lot of them became mine. We were roommates for the majority of the next three years, convincing each other to go to class but both being too stubborn (or hung over) to go. We were okay with that. We weren’t about to let school get in the way of our education. We had memories to create. The best memories of my life.

I once had a computer programming class that I struggled in, and you basically got me an A. I learned so much from you. I still have some emails with your code and comments. I had no idea what I learned from you would eventually determine my career. I eventually transferred to a university in Kuwait and changed majors. Before I even graduated, I was approached by Oracle, who was more interested in my three years at State than they were in my degree. They were particularly interested in one skill on my CV. Java. That was all you bro. I’m now 7 years into my career as a Technology Consultant and I owe it all to you.

I can’t believe you’re gone man. I wanted you to meet my wife. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to learn from you again…

Neither of us are religious, but I sincerely hope we’re wrong. I hope we meet again, brother.

I love you man.

Yazan