When I was a kid, Wayne was larger than life. He loved kids, I think a part of him never really gree up. He was always loud and boisterous at family gatherings and was as vocal about his turnips as the rest of us kids (maybe more).
I was so grateful that we got to spend an afternoon with him and Sharon this summer on our way through Calgary. My 3 year old daughter, Bethany, was a bit shy of him at first, but quickly warmed up to him. At lunch Wayne noticed that Bethany hadn't touched her hotdog for most of the meal. "You'd better take a bite of that hotdog," he warned her, "or he might get mad and start spraying ketchup and mustard everywhere!" She still laughs about that to this day. I think that was the last time we saw him and I'm so grateful that we stopped in on our way through.
You were one of a kind and we will miss you.
-Ben Krieger, nephew
