OBITUARY

Mr Ernest Lynn Curtin

Name: Memorial Gardens Funeral, Cremation & Cemetery
Address: Colorado Springs, CO

May 1, 1944 – April 15, 2022

IN THE CARE OF

Memorial Gardens Funeral, Cremation & Cemetery

Ernest Lynn Curtin, age 77, of Washington DC, Colorado Springs, CO and most recently Rogers, AR, passed away on Friday, April 15, 2022. Ernest L Curtin was born May 1, 1944, in Washington DC. He was a retired Local 26 IBEW Electrician, he was proud to have worked in many of the Washington, DC Museums and Historical Landmarks.

Ernest L Curtin was a loving father to his children, a compassionate friend, and devoted partner to Sarah Crow. Ernest L Curtin enjoyed spending time with family and friends playing cards and dominos. He enjoyed building projects, Lapidary, woodworking, and model railways. Ernest L Curtin was an avid learner, he spent many hours bouncing between off grid building and watching NASA and SpaceX launches.

Ernest L Curtin was a very compassionate man with strong faith and enjoyed studying God's Word. Ernest L Curtin believed that feeding the hungry, clothing the needy and caring for the ill was everyone's responsibility, consistently donating to Habitat for Humanity, St. Jude’s Hospital and Feeding America.

Ernest L. Curtin is survived by his brother Paul Curtin and wife Sally, Daughter Theresa Hemmer and husband Timothy, Son Ernest Curtin II and wife Serena, Son James Curtin, his partner Sarah Crow and her children, Beth, and Rachel Renfro, five Grandchildren, Judy and Chris Gray, Tyler Curtin, Lacy and Daniel Luppino, Timothy and Shyanne Hemmer, and Tanner Curtin as well as eight great Grandchildren.

Ernest is preceded in death by his mother and father, Vera L and Paul W Curtin, his Sister Joanne May, wife Karen Curtin, and stepchildren Sherry and Alexander Verbitski.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in the circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.