Richard Paul Hanes

Richard Paul Hanes, BMC US Navy Ret., passed away at Kate B Reynolds Hospice House on Sep 22. Born in Wilkes Co. in 1925, Richard joined the Navy at the start of WWII. Richard served his country with honor during WWII and the Korean Conflict. He retired after 25 years of service. Richard was preceded in death by his wife, Lee Nora Hanes, who was also a Navy Veteran and retiree,. Richard also retired from the USPS with more than 20 years of service. He is survived by nieces, Delores Manigault of Cincinnati, OH, Edna Robinson, Bette Wilmore, and Selah Davis all of Lexington, KY. Richard was friends to all his neighbors, but had a close bond to Ed and Joan Meadows, Scott and Teresa Conley, David and Betty Gregg, Mike and Mary Jane Woodward, and Nina Dobson. He also leaves behind close friend, Eena Queen. Richard enjoyed cruising the strip and making the rounds of local restaurants where he had many waitress friends. At his request, there will be no services. Richard’s last weeks of his illness were made easier by Trellis Hospice and the Kate B Reynolds Hospice House. The nurses who gave in home care, staff, nurses, and doctors at Kate B Reynolds gave with love, care and compassion to make his time as comfortable as possible. Memorial Contributions can be made to Trellis Supportive Care, 101 Hospice Lane, Winston Salem, NC 27103.

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GONE FROM MY SIGHT

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white wails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"

- Henry Van Dyke