From Mount Olive Tribune, Friday, 17 August, 1928
"The Good Book tells us that the LORD takes delight in the death of His saints. If this be true, there is no doubt in my mind that there was rejoicing among the angels of glory when the soul of Carlos Thompson winged its way to the courts above. For, although he was a young man in length of years, he had lived such a life of piety and consecration to duty as to make a name for himself in his community that few have had the privilege of possessing. Carlos Thompson was born near Mount Olive November 10, 1898. He departed this life August 3, 1928 at the age of 29 years, 8 months and 23 days. He was the oldest son of a family of three brothers. His two brothers, David and Arthur Thompson, and a host of relatives survive him; his parents having preceded him to the grave many years ago.
Upon the death of his mother in 1915 he made his home for many years in the family of Mrs. David Byrd. During these years he won for himself a lasting place in the heart of this family and received from them the love and affection of a son and brother. In the year 1917, under the able preaching of Rev. J.M. Duncan, he joined the Bear Marsh Missionary Baptist church, of which he remained a faithful member until his untimely death. Carlos was at all times a faithful and enthusiastic worker. When he joined the church he immediately entered with heart and soul into the work of his LORD and Master. His pastor and fellow church members were quick to recognize his loyalty and ability and he was honored with some of the most important and responsible positions in the service of the church and Sunday school. At the time of his death he was the clerk of the church, secretary of the B.Y.P.U. and secretary of the Sunday school. All these positions he filled most faithfully and acceptably. During the funeral services his pastor remarked publicly that he was the most efficient church clerk he had ever had with but one exception. This exception, he explained, was a noted editor and writer...
Throughout the community he was most highly esteemed, and all who knew him loved and respected him for his honesty, his integrity and his clean and spotless life. He was a friend and a neighbor in the truest sense of the word. Never was he known to be too busy at his own work to stop and assist a friend. Never did he fail to lend a helping hand to those who were in need and in distress."
The following poem was written by a friend to honor his memory:
"Tis hard to part when friends are dear,
Perhaps it may cost a sigh and a tear.
Then steal away, give little warning;
Choose thine own time.
Say not 'good night,'
But in some brighter clime
bid us 'good morning.'
We laid him to rest in the soil he loved best,
And covered his mound with roses,
His body goes back to its own mother earth,
But his spirit with God reposes.
Weep not, mourn not for him who is gone
Nor think you will see him never more.
The 'faithful' will meet him again some day
On that far off beautiful shore.
He's waiting there in that land so fair
To greet us when we come;
And those who serve the God he loved
Will meet him in that home."

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