John Harrington
I have probably known Wayne longer than any of his surviving family members. Our mothers were sisters and Wayne and I were both born in November 1941 (I'm about two weeks older). As children, we were very close, as our parents visited often, traveling the not too great distance from one end of Connecticut to the other. During much of our adulthood, life took us in different directions and our contacts were fewer, but we were always in touch in some fashion. During the past decade, beginning in 2001, on vacations by my wife and I to Puerto Rico, we reconnected and had some warm, rewarding meetings. Over a lifetime, he was a significant person in my live. Goodbye my cousin, and my friend.