Farewell, Charles Wayne. We Love You.

All the little “should have done’s”
The ends I left untied
Fell in tangles round my heart
The morning that you died.

The visit that I couldn’t make
The call I let slip by
All the things I didn’t do…
Now all I do is cry.

It came so fast, since I first heard,
But you’d been ill a while,
And I had never called to ask
Or stopped to see your smile.

It’s true, a nation lay between
Your hospital and me,
But we were nearby branches on
The Thompson family tree.

That tree is being pruned so fast,
Too many final dates,
I've let too many “should have done’s”
Become my “it’s too late’s”

Good-bye CW. I will miss your laughter