William Don Carlos

LIFE EVERLASTING

I am standing upon the seashore.

A ship at my side spreads her

white sails to the morning breeze

and starts for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and

strength, and I stand and watch her

until at length she hangs like a

speck of white cloud just where

the sky and sea come down to mingle

with each other. Then some one

at my side says: "There, she's gone."

Gone where? Gone from my sight --

that's all.

She is just as large in mast and hull

and spar as she was when she left

my side, and just as able

to bear her load of living freie de/font>

to the place of destination. Her

diminished size is in me,

not in her; and just at that moment

when some one at my side says:

"There! she's gone," there are other

voices ready to take up the glad shout:

"Here she comes."

AND THAT IS DYING!!

This poem was read at the memorial service at the ranch by Gene W. Laramy.

My Memories of Bill & Pauline

I first met Bill (he was Mr. Don Carlos to me at the time) when they lived across the street from my family in Phoenix. I'll never forget the big, happy bear of a man who used to offer me and William lifts home from school in the back (!) of his Porsche.

After they moved, William and I stayed in touch and grew up together (even though we might be miles apart). I'd sometimes visit and spend the night with him at Bill and Pauline's. Their hospitality was wonderful; I was welcomed almost as another son.

This was a couple that loved life and loved people. They will indeed be missed.

Gary Bond

St. Louis, MO

Bill & Pauline

Dear William (Bill) and Mike and family,

Have been following the news of the tragic event, particularly with Dar Marshall, who with help of her pastor on the internet picked up Az Rep. report morning following. Understand there will be Greenfield memorial/burial following the memorial rites in AZ.

Bill and I (and my brother Don), as you know, grew up together in the south Greenfield neighborhood bordering on the "Cumberland Rose" railroad path and the adjoining pastures, timbers, Nodaway lake and river. It was as blue sky and bucolic a setting as one could have in the early years of life. I could, of course, go on and on about the experiences we shared for so many years, and even after we departed to college, etc, etc. our lives really did so many things in tandum, so to speak. Even when we both practiced law in Greenfield, as competitors, our personal friendship transcended any temporal rivalries. Bill's "wrong-headed politics", then, was something I could handle well - because the underlying friendship made such a consideration irrelevant in the scheme of things. (After all, there are some inherited traits that are impossible for some to shake.) I am sure Bill has always felt the same way in reverse!

Just a few years ago, I (and wife Cath) enjoyed Bill and Pauline's hospitality in AZ. We recall our flying tour of north AZ sights, the ranch visit, and seeing the environs. Just last week, I think, I faxed something to Bill, along with a suggestion that we meet up this winter in Mexico. That can't happen now. It only adds to the vacuum I feel about this loss.

Experiences like this remind us of how fragile and finite our existence really can be, and how friendships will do us well, in spite of tragic events, when we view them and relish them as part of the cosmic situation in which we take faith and hope.

Please accept our sympathies, thoughts and prayers of concern at this time of sorrow. That goes for my father, Ted, and all my family. We seek for you the sure recovery of your spirits from this loss and grief.

We plan to contribute a memorial to Bill and Pauline, to the church music program, for the organ fund and/or other needs there.

Sincerely yours,

Jay Howe and family

I have in hand the nice memorial commentary from the internet, with attractive photo of Bill and Pauline.

Bill & Pauline

To William, Michael, Matthew and David,

First, I have no words to say how sorry I am. The ironic thing is, after working with Bill for almost 6 years, I know he would know exactly what to say. He was always like that, I know that is one reason people loved him so much.

They were both amazing people. Bill and Pauline meant a lot to me. I learned so much working for/with Bill. I'll never be able to thank him for all the faith and trust he put in my abilities. He told me before I left (I moved to MN at the end of June) that I hadn't even begun to reach my potential, and he couldn't wait to see how far I would go. The last time I saw your dad before the went on vacation in June, I never dreamed it would be the last time. He quizzed me before I left on "this guy" I was moving for, was he good enough for me, what did he do, what were his intentions. Looking back now, I don't think I'll ever forget our last real conversation.

Dr. D was just as important. She spent a lot of time talking me through some troubles, asking about my children and just making sure we were ok. I'll never forget her constant energy, how it always seemed like she was doing at least 12 things at one time. She was always patient and always listened, she seemed to always know when you needed it.

After we heard the news, my children were very sad. They said that they remembered Mr. Bill and Dr. D. They remembered being up at Mingus one time and Dr. D. having them go into the girls "gym" building where the VCR was. She ran back up to the house and brought down movies for them to watch. She set up the gymnastics mats on the floor so the girls could lie down and get comfy. Then a little later on, she brought them down drinks and popsicles, just in case they were thirsty. They said it was a lot of fun when Mr. Bill brought them over to pet the horses, and said they could play on the swings as long as they wanted to. Bubba followed them around that day. My youngest thought he was big enough to be a horse himself.

It's all the little things that made them so special. Bill always amazed me how he never forgot a client's name, even if he hadn't seem them in 10 years.

I know I'll never forget them or anything they taught me. It's like they say, you can tell a lot about a person not by how much they love, but how much they are loved by others. They were well loved by everyone.

Beth Northrop
Legal Secretary
Rider Bennet Egan & Arundel, LLP

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