“Though not unexpected, it was with deep regret that the people of Chloride received the news of the death of Constable C. D. Childers on the morning of the 21st. Always genial, good natured, and ready to lend a helping hand to the sick and needy, Cy will be greatly missed from among us.”
Farewell to thee, Cy!
Thy story is as the story of all.
To live, then to die!
And a few left to comment on thy fall.
This was ever true,
And so must be while man on
earth shall live.
The mourners are few,
For those who back to God their souls must give.
A few somehow learn
To love the life we lead and
what we are.
Many never turn
To see, or seeing, it is from afar
They know not, care less,
And pass us quickly by on life’s
highway;
Our hand they never press,
The words of love they never
stop to say.
That is human life!
All die, but few can stop to
mourn the dead.
But few question why,
But o’er and o’er the same old
words are said,
As we are laid away
To join again the elements of
earth.
Some kind friend will pray
And try to tell our deeds they
think of worth,
And thus we pass away!”
Mohave Daily Miner
as published in Kingman, Arizona.
August 27, 1926
