Wayne was always a kidder. He had what I would call a dry sense of humor so you didn’t know when he was kidding or being serious sometimes until he started laughing. He would always tell some of the worst jokes! But we all still laughed. Lol. I remember all the great times we had getting together at He and Jeans home in Eastaboga, always great food and great company. I loved playing football with all of the kids in the front yard and swimming in the back. I remember Wayne pushing me in that swimming pool with all of my clothes on and my cell phone in my pocket! Lol. That was just Wayne. I also remember the faith in our Lord Jesus Christ he had. I remember when the Lord came to me and saved me from myself, I got a call from Wayne Richardson; he told me that he was rejoicing over what had happened. That meant the world to me. I know where Wayne is right now, not a doubt about it. Sing his praises my friend, sing his praises. Till we meet again.