Measuring A Man

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.

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Erick Erickson

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  • I am so glad you wrote about Uncle Wayne. I have thought of him all day, and can see him as if he were right here in front of me. His smile and belly laughs will be the things that I will remember about him the most. He will be remembered in love and greatly missed.