My Great-Uncle Wayne passed away early this morning. His entire life was defined by a draft notice for the Vietnam War, when he was little more than a kid himself. The horrors he saw there haunted him every day, yet he was a happy, friendly guy to all he met. I will forever picture him with his long grey hair and beard, walking across my grandmother's farm, where he lived, laughing and looking every bit the cowboy.
I love you, Wayne. Enjoy Heaven. I'm sure it will never be the same again, with you there.