Wayne and Beverly. Beverly and Wayne.
I don't know if I can remember a time when they weren't... well, Wayne and Beverly.
As their Flower Girl, I felt so proud to be a part of their wedding... and so pretty in my pink satin dress and little gloves... and, of course, was madly "in love" with Stacey Maddox (well, as much as a 4 year old can be). As one of their younger cousins, I enjoyed being spoiled by them... and tormented by Wayne chasing me around Granny and Grandpa's house, threatening all sorts of mischief if he caught me. He was a little girl's handsome hero, a young adult's "wise counsellor" ("Lookin' rough, girl... you need to go take that makeup off and wash your face"), and a great friend as an adult. (We shared a love of Louis L'Amour westerns, especially the Sackett Brothers, and he enjoyed showing off his collection of first editions any time I visited.)
Wayne loved Beverly... fiercely, faithfully and forever... as well as his son, Derry (a/k/a the original "Firestarter")... and absolutely adored his two gorgeous grandaughters (although I don't think he had much of a choice on that one: both are as beautiful and sassy-sweet as their grandmother!)
Wayne was a man's man, a charmer, as hard-headed as any descendant of "Jess and Tor" Hurst ever was... but, most of all, he was Wayne. No pretense. Who you saw was the real deal: A man of great character, highly-respected by those fortunate enough to know him; a man who truly loved his family and worked tirelessly to provide for them; a man who thoroughly enjoyed his retirement... and, ultimately, a man who "fought the good fight and kept the faith" these last few years, living and loving as fully as he could, until the day he heard, "It's time to come on home, son."
Wayne, you will be greatly missed. You will always hold a hero's place in a little girl's heart... as well as admiration, respect and love from the woman she grew up to be.
When you get Home, please give my love and hugs to "Auntie Lois", my sweet Mama and Daddy, Granny and Grandpa Jess (who will probably be "down by the River of Life plantin' melons"), "Nete" and Uncle G, Uncle Billy Joe and Aunt Dot... all those who've been waiting to see your smiling face once again.
As Mama would say, "I'll see you in the golden."
Love you always,
Brenda