The measure of a man might be the line to see him at his Wake. If that is the case, my Uncle Wayne was a king. We went last night at 7pm. The line was the longest line in to a Wake I have ever seen. It took perhaps thirty minutes to go through the line up to see Aunt Shirley.
The casket was draped with a flag. The flowers were beautiful. We are soon to be off to his funeral and then back to Memphis. I fly home tomorrow.