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Charlyn Wells

Obituary
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WELLS
Charlyn (Lyn) Harlinda Wells was born February 28, 1944 in San Antonio, TX to Charley Louis Wells Jr. and Irece Lavone Carlton. She died February 21, 2013 at age 68 at the Hospice Care Center in Grand Junction, CO surrounded by her loving family. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2000, and was re-diagnosed with the metastatic form in 2012. There was cremation.
She moved from Texas to California briefly after graduating from Highland High School in S.A. in 1962, then moved to CO. She lived on a buffalo ranch in Hygiene, where she designed artwork as part of the marketing materials for the ranch before moving to Broomfield. Throughout her life she enjoyed creating and appreciating art, citing the impressionists as a favorite school. She dabbled in oils in her youth and enjoyed working with pastels and doing figure studies. Mysteries were her favorite genre in print and she also enjoyed classic movies.
She worked in real estate and then at the CU Boulder library for over a decade. Wanting a change of pace, she moved to the western slope and got a job at Montrose Memorial Hospital, where she worked for 12 years.
She is survived by her children Sarah Behm-Wells (Longmont), Kathryn Bahlmann (Grand Junction), Michelle Wells (Broomfield) and Justin Wells Centennial) and grandchildren Meagan, Tyler, Jennica, and Alex (all of CO). She is survived by sisters Sharon Wells (Houston,TX) and Cristin Hines (San Antonio,TX) and brother Roval Wells (Tehachapi, CA).

A Song of Sorrow
(by William Blake)
Leave, O leave me to my sorrow,
Here I'll sit and fade away
'Til I'm nothing but a spirit,
And I leave this form of clay.

Then if chance along this forest
Any walk in pathless ways,
Through the gloom he'll see my shadow
Hear my voice upon the breeze
Published in Express-News on Apr. 9, 2013
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