Friday, February 14, 2020
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We met, well I should say....Paul met Wayne when we lived on Plum Ave. Wayne would be riding his bike around and Paul would want to know where he was going and what was he doing. As his friendship with Wayne grew, I often would wonder where my husband was when I couldn't find him at home. Where would he be? He would always be at Waynes, having a beer or just hanging out. He became very close to Wayne and often went to him for advice. Paul would always jump on his bike after work and run to hang out with Wayne. When I would find Paul, he and Wayne were out in the garage. I got to know Wayne too.I soon learned of his great love for music, and we often talked about how much we loved music, especially from our era. Pretty soon, I met his lovely wife Cindy. Cindy and I hit it off from the beginning. Now Paul and I would spend our Sundays, going out to breakfast with Wayne and Cindy. We always let Wayne drive because that was what he wanted. Wayne would love to turn up the music, and we would go for a long drive on our way back home so he could share a special place or an area that he delivered to when he worked for Fed Ex. He loved to share his love of music, and showed me every time I came over how he was playing a new tune on his piano, or he had burned a new CD for us. He was always wanting to make sure we had new CD's of the music we all loved.
I will always love and miss our wonderful times together, the four of us, just hanging out, listening to our music, getting ice cream, and making plans to go to fun places. Wayne was always a lot of fun, a wonderful friend, and we will miss him greatly.
