Birth date: Aug 10, 1965 Death date: Oct 25, 2021
Our beloved, Cory Alan Caldwell, age 56, passed away on Monday, October 25, 2021. Cory was born August 10, 1965, in Gibson City, Illinois. He is survived by his parents Claude and Sandra Caldwell, his brother Scott Caldwell, his Read Obituary
I only wish that I would of gotten to know him more closely. I remember Uncle Cory as a vividly kind man, with a big heart and warm smile. He was so very kind to me and headed me feel right at home first time meeting him. He taught me how to deep sea fish. Catch bait with Bait lines. He always seemed to have a smile on his face when I seen him. Much love and respect always to the Caldwell family. Prayers go up for you all!xoxxo❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Nick Jones
Oh Casey, I was so sad to hear of Cory's passing. I offer you my deepest condolence. The last time we spoke, he was turning a new leaf by checking into a home center to help him quick drinking. Something he has done for as long as he could remember. I was so proud of him taking this incredible step.
When he and Deborah move in next door to me, we instantly hit it off. We shared a common bond. Both our wives were terminally ill and we both loved to fish. What are the odds!!! As time went on, we saw both our beloved wife’s gradually fade away. Cory and I shared many days in tears and talks trying to support each other.
Sunday morning breakfast at JD’s became a thing. That’s where Cory and Deb first met. We both looked forward to that even when he and Deb moved away. We spent many days hanging out at Cory’s and Debs place with usually one of his friends stopping by to spend time with him. When he or I would cook a dinner, we would usually share between us. One night hanging out as we did may time around his propane fire place, we noticed some action in the water at one of the neighbor’s house. The Red Fish were having a frenzy under the lights. The owner was not home that night. Cory gets the fishing rods ready and I go get some bait. We knew we were trespassing but hay, there was no sign and the gate was unlocked. We filled up a cooler that night and had a blast doing it. We shared fish recipes and fish spread as well. Cory would even smoke the fish himself is his green egg. We always knew when Cory was smoking fish. It smelled great. We hung make-shift lights on our docks to attract the fish spending many nights fishing the docks but it was never as plentiful as it was that night at the neighbor’s place.
With both our wifes now bed ridden, we did not go out much but we did spend many days together just hanging out. Mostly at his place as he could not bring himself to leave Deb alone. When Sandra’s day finally came, it was almost a relief as she had lost all functions except her mind. I think that was the hardest to accept as both our wifes minds where 100% and knew exactly what was happening to them. Both were as strong as they come.
Casey, your dad was not only a great dad, he was a great friend and an even greater husband. Deb’s final years were as good as they could have been and that is totally due to the love that he had for her in his heart.
Cory, I love you and you will forever be in my heat.
~Mike Desrosiers
