Monday, May 2, 2022
Remembering Wayne:
One early memory was that of a beautiful little boy sitting atop a pony. I think it was a birthday thing back in the fifties. So handsome and proud, like his young parents.
I recall a promising athlete in elementary school, setting track records, an aspiring baseball pitcher, even taking accordion lessons. Also a fifties thing. You hated those lessons.
Then we lost you….you followed a path of your own. Nowadays I think they call it “finding yourself”
And then there you were: so handsome again, stately and proud in a Canadian Armed Forces uniform….one of my favourite pictures.
You called me every once in awhile from wherever you were, to ask “how you doin’?”
after losing our Kristen at such a young age.
The big brother checking in on me.
That was the part of you a lot didn’t see. When the rusted armour was removed, your heart shone. It was often brief, but it was there. ❤️
Your life was a troubled one. Always a struggle. I hope now you are at peace.
If, on this next journey of yours, you see Mom, Dad or Kristen, please give them a hug and a kiss.
Godspeed.
Marsha
