Wayne had a rough childhood. His father was killed and his mother remarried and they had 2 more children. His step-father, whle basically a good man from what I have been told, treated Wayne like the proverbial step-child. He would buy candy for his son, and not give Wayne any. I know that sounds like a little thing, but the fact was, 40 years later Wayne still remembered and was hurt by that. That was just one thing, and the step-father showed remorse later on for how he treated him, telling him he later knew it wasn't right. Wayne had an aunt, Aunt Kate, that he was close with, and who raised him for a number of years.
At any rate, the whole point of telling this story is to say that Wayne was a wonderful grandfather to me. I was the only grandchild, as my sisters had not been born yet. And I was spoiled, no doubt about it. I've heard often that "he thought you hung the moon." As a child, you don't realize just how special that is. But now, as an adult, I realize what a safe place that was for me---unconditional love. Wayne passed away December 26th, the year I was 10. He had pancreatic cancer, and it moved fast, as that disease typically does.
Reflecting on my relationship with Wayne makes me think of my 2 1/2 year old nephew, and the relationship the two of us have. I see the complete, earnest trust reflected in his eyes, and I feel the unconditional love I have for him. And I hope that never changes, for either of us.
Wayne as a teen




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