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Hanes M. Hays, 53, of Charlotte, North Carolina passed away November 4, 2012 at Carolinas Medical Center in Charlotte. Mr. Hays was born April 22, 1959 to late Mr. Joseph Gregory Hays Jr. and the late Hancy Hanes Hobbs in Mecklenburg county. Hanes attended Mecklenburg county schools and was a 1978 graduate of Charlotte Latin High School. Hanes was employed at Conbraco Industries as a PLC Designer and Programer in the computer manufacturing field.
Mr. Hays is survived by his wife; Kathy Ann White Hays of Charlotte, a son; Tyler Gregory Hays of Raleigh, a daughter; Lindsay Alyce Hays of Chapel Hill, and a brother; Joseph Gregory Hays III, wife Linda, and son,Ryan, of Paris, France.
No services are scheduled at this time.
Carolina Cremation of Salisbury, North Carolina is assisting the Hays. Online condolences may be made at www.carolinacremation.com.
Adriane Laws says
I was so shocked and saddened to hear that Hanes was gone! So many times I have wanted to share things I thought he would be interested in over the years, but he was very reluctant to communicate with me, so I would just think of him and hope that he was happy. After many years, I still think of him often. I will always hold memories of him, and the bonds we shared as true friends dear. I have lots of love and appreciation for Hanes. He was one of my best friends in this life… a kindred spirit… and he will never be forgotten. Thank you so much, Lindsay, for contacting me. It was lovely to talk with you. You have grown into a beautiful young woman… inside and out! I hope we can keep in touch! I will continue to hope and pray for yours and Tyler’s continued success and fulfillment in life. I love you both. I will keep all of you who are grieving this loss in my thoughts and prayers. I will leave you with this beautiful poem, which has been a comfort to me through the losses of loved ones over the years:
Death is Nothing at All
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland