English: Carl was a person who didn't just wear his heart on his sleeve, he wore many other things on his sleeve, including a tattoo of his favourite drink - a dark and stormy, or, as he would have put it, a dark and stormy, boss. He was not a conventional politician. He was full of charisma and love of life. But he never had an opportunity to validate his academic intelligence with a university degree. That said, I do think he probably possessed a greater degree of emotional intelligence than most of us in this Chamber today. I first met Carl back in the 1990s, during a time in which he had more hair and I had more weight. We were incredibly excited about the politics of the future. During the course of his first election - . It's worth saying that he never lost an election, nor did he ever lose a selection. During the course of his first election, it became apparent that he had a unique way of speaking with his constituents on the doorstep. He must have met tens of thousands of people during his first election, knocking on so many doors across Alyn and Deeside. He would complete each conversation with the constituents with a slightly abrupt and, given his frame, a slightly menacing, 'Hey', and then he'd follow it up with a meltingly warm, 'You take care'. He'd say this to everybody. Right to the end, he'd say, 'Take care, bud. Take care, brother. Take care, sister.' And the people he would wish us to take care of most now are his family. His wife, Bernie - Bernie, whose attributes and skills are not learnt through professional development but are intuitive - her understanding, her compassion, are what make her such a good friend and colleague to those she loves. His wonderful daughter, Lucy - again, incredibly compassionate, with such empathy and resilience; somebody who shares her dad's fantastic sense of humour. Then there's Jack - creative, innovative, caring Jack - again, so full of love for the people who are close to him. And we can't forget Joey - little Joey. Nobody puts Joey in the corner - he will attend the funeral. Then there are the wider family members and friends, and the community. Their blood ran through Carl's body, and of this he was immensely proud. We must obey the weight of these sad times, but speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. I do think that Carl regularly spoke about his feelings, and about his love of his family and his love of life. Carl loved music. He liked to listen to music and he liked to dance to music - to songs like 'I Love to Love', 'Voulez-vouz' and many, many others. Over the entrance to his family and friends room at home - a great room where he'd be able to deejay, share drinks, share stories, share love - are the words of one of his favourite songs: 'Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air. / I know I can count on you. / Sometimes I feel like saying, "Lord, I just don't care." / But you've got the love I need to see me through.' I think if there is to be a legacy, a lasting legacy, to Carl, it should be that we should all show a little more love and care for one another, that we should be kinder and more respectful to one another, not just in here but across our society, to change our culture for the better. Finally, Carl, I would say this to you: there is only one more door you must knock on, but, on behalf of all of those people whose doors were opened, and whose hearts were opened to you - Carl, you take care.
Welsh: Roedd Carl yn berson a oedd yn gwisgo ei galon ar ei lawes, ond roedd ganddo bethau eraill i fyny ei lawes, gan gynnwys tatŵ o'i hoff ddiod - tywyll a stormus, neu, fel y byddai ef wedi'i ddweud, tywyll a stormus, bos. Nid gwleidydd confensiynol mohono. Roedd e'n llawn carisma a chariad at fywyd. Ond ni chafodd fyth gyfle i ddilysu ei ddeallusrwydd academaidd â gradd o'r Brifysgol. Wedi dweud hynny, rwy'n credu bod ganddo fwy o ddeallusrwydd emosiynol na'r rhan fwyaf ohonom ni yn y Siambr hon heddiw, fwy na thebyg. Cyfarfûm â Carl gyntaf yn ôl yn y 1990au, ar adeg pan oedd ganddo ef fwy o wallt ac roedd gen i fwy o bwysau. Roeddem ni'n llawn cyffro am wleidyddiaeth y dyfodol. Yn ystod ei etholiad cyntaf - . Mae'n werth nodi na gollodd etholiad na detholiad erioed. Yn ystod ei etholiad cyntaf, daeth yn amlwg bod ganddo ffordd unigryw o siarad ag etholwyr ar garreg y drws. Mae'n rhaid ei fod wedi cwrdd â degau o filoedd o bobl yn ystod ei etholiad cyntaf, yn curo ar gynifer o ddrysau ledled Alyn a Glannau Dyfrdwy. Byddai'n dod â phob sgwrs ag etholwyr i ben trwy ddweud yn gwta ac, o ystyried ei ffrâm, yn eithaf bygythiol, 'Hei', ac yna byddai'n ei ddilyn yn gynnes braf â 'cymerwch ofal'. Byddai'n dweud hyn wrth bawb. Hyd y diwedd un, byddai'n dweud, 'cymer ofal, mêt. Cymer ofal, frawd. Cymer ofal, chwaer.' A'r bobl y byddai'n dymuno i ni ofalu amdanynt fwyaf yn awr yw ei deulu. Ei wraig, Bernie - Bernie, sydd â rhinweddau a sgiliau nad ydynt wedi'u dysgu drwy ddatblygiad proffesiynol ond sy'n reddfol - ei dirnadaeth, ei thosturi, dyna beth sy'n ei gwneud yn gydweithiwr ac yn ffrind mor dda i bawb mae hi'n eu caru. Ei ferch hyfryd, Lucy - unwaith eto, yn anhygoel o dosturiol, mae ganddi'r fath empathi a chadernid; rhywun sy'n rhannu synnwyr digrifwch gwych ei thad. Yna Jack - sy'n greadigol, yn arloesol ac yn ofalgar - ac unwaith eto, yn llawn cariad tuag at y bobl sy'n agos ato. Ac allwn ni ddim ag anghofio Joey - Joey bach. Does neb yn rhoi Joey yn y gornel - mi fydd yn mynd i'r angladd. Wedyn mae aelodau'r teulu ehangach a ffrindiau a'r gymuned. Roedd eu gwaed yn llifo drwy wythiennau Carl, ac roedd e'n hynod o falch o hyn. Mae'n rhaid inni gydnabod pwysau'r amseroedd trist hyn, ond mae'n rhaid mynegi ein teimladau, yn hytrach na dweud yr hyn y dylem ni ei ddweud. Rwy'n credu bod Carl yn siarad yn aml am ei deimladau, ac am ei gariad at ei deulu a'i gariad at fywyd. Roedd Carl wrth ei fodd â cherddoriaeth. Roedd yn mwynhau gwrando ar gerddoriaeth ac yn hoffi dawnsio i gerddoriaeth - i ganeuon fel 'I Love to Love', 'Voulez-vouz' a llawer iawn o ganeuon eraill. Uwchben y fynedfa i'w ystafell i deulu a ffrindiau yn ei gartref - ystafell fawr lle y byddai'n chwarae'r DJ, yn rhannu diodydd, yn rhannu straeon, yn rhannu cariad - mae geiriau un o'i hoff ganeuon: 'Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air. / I know I can count on you. / Sometimes I feel like saying, "Lord, I just don't care." / But you've got the love I need to see me through.' Rwy'n credu os oes yna etifeddiaeth, etifeddiaeth barhaol i Carl, yr etifeddiaeth honno yw i ni i gyd ddangos ychydig mwy o gariad a gofal at ein gilydd, dylem ni fod yn fwy caredig a bod â mwy o barch at ein gilydd, nid yn y fan yma yn unig, ond ym mhob rhan o'n cymdeithas, a newid ein diwylliant er gwell. Yn olaf, Carl, hoffwn ddweud hyn wrthyt ti: dim ond un drws arall y mae'n rhaid i ti guro arno, ond, ar ran yr holl bobl hynny a agorodd eu drysau, a'u calonnau i ti - Carl, cymer di ofal.