What would be on your list?

I think of Wayne every day. You know that, right? But this is specific.

Today I heard "When the Saints Go Marching In" and thought of him. It was one of the songs he played on the recorder. Remember? Just another thing to add to the list.

Not that that list was comprehensive. Couldn't possibly be. Too many years, too much to include.

I mean, I didn't list his frequent response to me when I would ask him a deep and searching question. He would say, "Does a chicken have lips?" And I said nothing of what time a Chinaman (not politically correct, sorry) goes to the dentist. Or of his perennially cold feet or his snoring. I didn't mention his refusal to share food or to mix cereals or to allow the food on his plate to touch, as in the peas touching the meat or the rice getting close to the jello.

I didn't tell that he coached Richard's T-ball team or that he ran the St George marathon when he was 50 or anything much about him before my children knew him, like that he was Yell King his senior year in high school.

There is always more.

What I put down the other day I wrote because after nine years I wonder what we have forgotten about him. Memories do fade. I don't want them to, but they do. So it's good to write them down, give them that kind of life.

Know what I mean?