That's very big of you Bill. Everyone handles death in their own way. When my mom died in '89, everyone was so worried about me because I was, and still am, a mama's boy. Since the funeral, I have never visited her grave site and some people don't understand that since I was so close with my mom. The way I look at it is I don't need to look at a rock with her name on it to feel close to her. (Dang it, tearing up now)!
The death Wayne's family is dealing with now hit's me hard. I don't understand, and never will, why crappy things happen to good people, especially young people that have their whole life to live.