I worked with Clint years ago as a buyer for a catalog company when he was with Goal Zero. We worked together for a couple of years and through some challenges between our companies but Clint was always respectful, attentive and fun to chat with. We would meet at the CES trade show in Vegas every year and I always looked forward to connecting with him for just 10 minutes. I could tell he truly loved his family and in the booth he was well liked by his colleagues. I was a young buyer at the time and had many challenging assignments, my interactions with Clint helped me understand that not everything is a battle and how to work together. It sounds silly but it made an impact for me, he was and still is my favorite salesperson to work with.
I was thinking about him today and started searching for him to reach out and see how he was doing and what company he might be with. I am so saddened to learn that he has passed away at such a young age with so much life in him. I am expecting my first child any day now and I was looking forward to connecting with him and catching up on our lives. I wish all the best for his wife and children, and I want you to know that your father/husband made a lasting impression on the people he came across. Maybe just knowing that a complete stranger who worked with your husband maybe a total of 6-8 hours over the years still remembers him fondly will help remind you that you had a special person in your life.
When I think of middle school and high school, Clint and the Eastman’s are woven into most of those memories. His older brothers being friends with my brother when we first moved to Texas, his mom being my church leader more than once, Larry and Lori singing Teach Me to Walk in the Light giving me goosebumps, Bishop Eastman getting all the Youth to EFY 1995 (that was huge for me and my life), hanging out with Amber and Lori, and when I think of high school I see Clint in the cultural hall .... but my most recent memories were a couple Januaries in a row, Lehi Megaplex theatres, I had just yelled at my boy and his buddies “don’t climb the wall, why are you on that table!.. oh hi Clint!”...but it was fun to see him a couple years in a row taking his kids to the same movies for their birthdays.
We are adding our prayers for peace and comfort to everyone else’s. To honor Clint I will look deep down inside myself and see what one thing I can change, and I will do it.
Love you, Kimberly and you precious kids, there are strangers praying for you, for you to have strength when you don’t want to, faith when you feel like it’s weak and padding when all you want to do is scream and punch something.
You Eastman’s are a beautiful family and are sure loved by the McDonalds!!
Dear Eastman family, Please know of my sorrow as I read of Clint's passing. Like many, I kept hoping for a last minute miracle. My family and I have such great memories of our years in Flower Mound and many of those memories include your family. We will be thinking of all of you., Elaine Jackson
Clint was a natural at easing tensions and lifting spirits. Almost every time he'd walk into a room he'd make a grand entrance and most of the time it was with some sort of vocal noise, his eye browse would be up mouth wide open and smile ear to ear. Whether one was half awake, or if there was a heated debate he could naturally and effortlessly bring everyone's spirits up and together.
He and I ended up with nothing on our schedule one Sunday afternoon. I drug him up to Deer Creek with me after church and threw a couple lines in the water. When we started we were catching perch from the shore on the north end a place Zach Fossum had taken me before. Anyway, we set down, and began fishing and talking. Who knows what we were talking about, girls, work, sports who knows. The fishing slowed and so did our conversation. He was sitting about 20 feet to my right and it had been quiet for probably 10 minutes (Both the fishing and the conversation). I looked over at him and for this message we will say he was just scratching his nose not picking it. But he looked at me and didn't say a word, just looked, His eyebrows raised, his mouth opened with a big grin and loudly screamed "WASSSSSUP?" turned his head forward and right back to fishing and quiet. I laugh thinking about that moment. Probably one of the few times when it was just Clint and I doing something. I wish I had it on video.
For years Ben Zach and I were roommates. During that time 6-7 years Clint was a staple. There was a brief moment when he went back to Texas but for the most part he was sure to be found as our welcomed transient. We always had someone crashing on a couch, floor, etc. It is interesting how our friendship worked since I was 4-5 years older than the rest of the gang. But I genuinely love and care for them all.
I was kind of at a fork in the road when my family moved to Texas when you and your family provided me with some stability and friendship. It happened again when most of my friends my age got hitched and started the next step in their lives. At this crossroad the gap in age was invisible. Clint Ben Zach and several others welcomed me into their lives. This isn't meant to be about me. I am just saying that there are countless ways Clint has blessed so many people. For me it was friendship and inclusion. It was genuine kindness and "Lets Be Honest" his sense of humor.
Clint's physical presence will be missed but his memories will be cherished. Clint will always be one of my closest friends. Clint is loved and I believe he has challenged us to step back and look at the people in our lives and cherish them and prioritize our time to be with them.
Clint's and my birthdays are one day apart, so I have been telling my daughters about the things I think we might do on our upcoming birthdays this weekend if all of the guys we grew up with were back together one more time. Here are a few...
There is a good chance that Clint's first choice would be to go to Malibu Grand Prix in Dallas to drive the go-karts, play a round of mini-golf and a few arcade games, and then back to the go-karts until our money ran out. I still drive up to Dallas from time to time and pass by Malibu Grand Prix every time which always puts a smile on my face thinking about how much Clint loved it there.
As much as he loved Malibu Grand Prix, he loved his mom's tacos and chocolate chip cookies more (and so did all of his friends). We used to love to go to Clint's house and his mom would make what seemed like a never-ending supply of tacos (the hard shell kind, filling the baking pan from end to end) along with a pile of chocolate chip cookies. I hope she set some aside for Amber and Lauri whenever we came over because she would set out a pan of tacos or a plate of cookies and it was like throwing meat in the middle of a school of piranhas. We would break out a game (usually Risk) and play all night - all game arguments were usually resolved by the cookies. I think this is the combo birthday activity I would have picked if we got to do it one more time.
Whenever I think of Clint, I picture him smiling. He was always the happy one, trying to come up with some great plan to get the rest of us occasionally grumpy teenagers off the couch to go have some fun. Clint was one of those people that made life a little better when he was around, and I can only imagine how much better this world would be if there were more Clints in it.
While I am sad that he is not here, it will be a joyful reunion someday and I can't wait to see which go-kart he has shined up for me there.
I took this picture in 89 while hanging with the Eastman clan in Lewisville, TX. My heart is broken over the loss of this great kid. He palled around with my younger brother and consequently became a younger brother to me as well. I'll always remember him with love and fondness.
My deepest sympathies and condolences to the entire Eastman family. It was such an honor and privilege to work with such a driven and honest man. Clint was a shining example of what it meant to work hard and persevere. He will be sorely missed and fondly remembered.
It is hard to put into words how I feel about Clint's passing. He occupies most of my childhood memories. He is one of my oldest friends and one of the first people I met when I moved to Texas at age 11. Clint taught me to snow ski in Arizona. He influenced my taste in music. He got me hooked on Chips, salsa, and Dr. Pepper (Dps). He was my closest confident when my parents got divorced. I spent a lot of time at his house during that time. He is a true friend who you could always count on to listen without judgement. I wish I had more time with this guy. He will be dearly missed. Until we meet again brother. I look forward to that day. To the Eastman family, Kim, and those sweet kids. I am so sorry for your loss. My prayers are with you.
Eastman family - I am so very sorry for the loss of your giant. In the short time I got to meet Clint I was forever touched and changed. Clint’s kindness, obvious love for you all, strength and determination, stubbornness to do everything he could on his own and his sense of humor (that last Dr Pepper and ‘reflexes of a cat’) are just some of the things I’ll long remember. It was such a pleasure to meet you all and see your endless love and service for Clint. My heart aches for you all - all my prayers!
Eastman family, my heart aches for your loss. Clint is an amazing man. It was my great pleasure to know him, and work for him for the last 3 years. Sometimes in life you meet someone that you have an instant connection with. I felt that way with Clint. He is the reason I decided to move to GZ, and I am so very glad that I did. He was my leader, advocate, confidant, and most of all a friend. Clint will be missed, but take comfort that he is no longer in pain and is with his Heavenly Father. My thoughts and prayers are with you all.
We had so much fun living just a few doors down from each other, we were more like brothers than friends. In fact, we called each other’s mom’s, “mom” cause it wasn’t even necessary to knock when we showed up at each other house.
Clint’s back yard was a huge haven of dirt, grass and trees and perfect for boys our age, one time we dug a pit, I think it started as an idea to get to China but ended up as this underground tunnel system that was probably only 3 feet deep but once dug felt like the New York subway system to us. From snowball fights to pick up football games where Clint would steal his older brothers pads and we’d go full tilt somehow, he’d even let me use the pads even though we often only had one set.
And when it was too cold to stay outside we’d head inside, snowball fights turned into sock wars, which must have been a pain for mom to deal with all the missing socks after. Those were always fun til his older brothers joined in and seemed to be able to throw 100 mile an hour sock balls that could leave a welt. I remember watching the greatest Steve Young BYU UNLV Hail Mary touch down on a waterbed, surprised we didn’t pop it jumping up and down for excitement that we may one day be as cool as Steve Young.
We loved rockin out to “Big in Japan” and Anything Box, while playing Trump the board game. Yeah, we were some of the few who actually bought that game and played it.
Probably one of the funniest moments of our friendship was the year we both were giving Valentines to the same girl. Somehow she ended up liking me, but no girl would ever get between the two of us.
From years of giving Mrs Coy a hard time in Choir to laughing about girls we liked and just messing around, the years and memories were always fun with Clint. He was always quick witted, kind to everyone, though he never needed to be the center of attention. He’d listen to my long windedness, and we’d laugh at all the stupidest stuff in life.
That’s what I remember about Clint, just all good, never a bad moment between us. You could tell him anything, and he was loyal. I really feel lucky to have known him, he was one of my best friends from 4 years old all through high school. And though we didn’t talk all that often since, the day he called to tell me about his battle with Cancer, it was like we picked up right where we left off.
I could tell he hadn’t allowed life’s challenges to change him, he was still that guy with a will power and gentle charisma that could whittle calmly through any challenge. I guess it’s clear that’s the kinda soul God needs on his side of the veil.
All I can say is thanks Clint, for being the best friend a young kid could have had! I’ll miss ya! And be Praying for All of your Family!
So sad to hear this news. Condolences to all of you family members. I was blessed to work with Clint for 18 months at Goal Zero and witnessed his great contributions to the company, great spirit, and great sense of humor. You will see him again. Until then, may God bless you every day!
There are some kids that a teacher will always remember. Clint was one of those. I loved having him and his group of friends in my Lamar Middle School Show Choir. He was talented, mischievous, and funny. But most of all, through all of that, he was kind and thoughtful. It breaks my heart that he will no longer be a physical presence for his family, but I know that Heaven has welcomed him with open arms. You will be missed, Clint!
My heart goes out to the Eastman family at this time. I remember Clint as a darling little boy with a big smile. Please know we are praying for all you at this time.
Growing up with Clint there so many memories. We would spend the night at each other houses a lot and the funny way that he would ask his mom if I spend the night was “Mom Ben wants to know if he could spend the night”. I love this guy and will dearly miss him.