In remembrance of my best friend of 30 years C Wayne Cowan. People say you can't be best friends with a member of the opposite sex that isn't your spouse and I have always said they were wrong. Wayne, you were my mentor, my best friend, at times my therapist and always there to let me have it when you thought I was royally screwing up. You met me when I was what you called "still wet behind the ears" (to this day I don't get that) but, you saw potential and determination in me and I think that's why you hired me because I didn't have a clue about mortgage loans back then. You took me under your wing and shared your wisdom and knowledge. At the time, I found out it was so you could go get new business, usually on the golf course while I stayed in the office and did all the work. It wasn't until many years later that I realized what a gift you had given me, when I too, was able to work my way to my own successes, successes I would have never known had it not been for you sharing, training and guiding me along the way. Back to my screw ups, you were always there to tell me you told me so and it would make me furious when you did it and then would come the C Wayne laugh. You would say since you don't seem to always learn the first time I think a second reminder can't hurt. I am leaving out some of your favorite words in case your grandchildren ever read this. You let me be my prankster self but you always eventually got even.
To you, the most hardheaded person I ever knew and what a temper. Not mean or abusive just verbal like a little boy not getting his way but with big boy words. I could tell your mood by the way you closed the door. The big slam meant I wasn't going no where near you or saying a word until you spoke first. Then the half slam was someone ticked you off and you didn't know if you wanted to talk about it or go hurt the person. That was one I could say a corny joke and talk you back into a good mood. Those occasions were not often. Most of the time the office was full of business or business professionals that also became part of my life because you were always introducing me to the right people. Even when you left me to start your own business, before you left you recommended me as your replacement. It was like you to watch out for me and my career like the best mentor in the world would do.
I saw you be so loving to Linda and her children. Yes, step children and parents can hit rocky spots along the way but, in the end you were as proud and I think loved those children as much as Dawn. The love you had for your family is something everyone that saw and would want a family like it. My heart aches for everyone of them and for your grandbabies I never met but who had your heart. It was so obvious every time I talked to you. I pray for them especially having to experience death at such a young age. As my heart breaks I have Gary to comfort me and I think of how Linda is going to manage. She is a strong woman, she had to be to put up with you most of the time when you got in your hardheaded stubborn ways. She will continue to be strong and be there for the children and grandchildren. I promise you my dear friend that I will be here if Linda ever needs me to talk to or a shoulder to cry on.
Goodbye my dear friend C Wayne, my heart is breaking and I miss you already. We talked years ago about a person who had been sick like you have and I remember you sharing your thoughts that day. So for you my friend, as much as it hurts, I rejoice in you being in a better place with no more sickness or pain.
Darlene Peters George
437 Sunset Ave.,Asheboro, NC 27203
(telephone 1-800-793-0438) (fax 336-626-8982)