I'm going to miss you brother!! It was way to early for you to go away from me!! I hope your raising some hell up there!!! Until we meet again I love and miss you fly high with those angels!!

Wayne I don’t know any about you but you must be a real nice guy I herd a lot of things about you but my memory of you hear the things you did in life like help you’re nephew out well Wayne Rest In Peace see you some other time

Rest easy Wayne we will miss you. Always a family friend. Thank you for the funniest moments working as your monitor at Birnie Bus

Going really miss you a whole lot you wear like another brother to me we always had a nice visit and talk when we seen each other loved it when we would have dinner together sit and talk about old times and good times and bad but you wear a wonderful person in side and out I was really glad to get to see you the week you came to are house and stayed with us it was great to get to see you and talk but I will always remember the talks we have had and are emotional times ok wayne love you RIP wayne until we meet again love you brother

Rest in peace Wayne. Sorry we didn't get to see each other very much, but you knew I loved you little cuz. Till we meat again. To all the family I love you all very much. My heart aches with you all.

Family

Nothing says “family” or brings a family together like a wedding, a reunion or a funeral. And regardless of the circumstances, May we hopefully and humbly put feelings aside to gather and support one another in strength and for the love of family.

Our grandparents, Ruth and Weldon Burnett started this family many years ago and through them came my mother Hilda and be nearly 61 years ago William and Hilda started this family with our brother, Wayne, being the youngest. There are many, many stories; not only with my family, but with the entire Burnett-Facey family. And along with this family we have more family we know as “friends” and we want you to always remember, you are FAMILY, our family.

Today we remember Wayne Edward. I was 14 when he was born and when he was first talking, he couldn’t say “Stephanie “ thus he called me Ninnie. As Wayne grew older, Ninnie became “Nin”.

Now to Wayne’s two young boys, Collin and Brian, I’m known as “Aunt Ninnie”.

He also loved Sesame Street and Count Dracula and he often laughed like the Count. Ah ah ah. It was hilarious. He also loved when I would sing “Rubber Duckey” when he was just a babe and I bathed him in the kitchen sink with a little yellow duck. His laughter was contagious, as are all babies laughter.

Wayne loved the garden and he loved to look at the stars. At the age of four, he could pick out the big and Little Dipper every time. He would beg me to go out and lie in the back yard in the grass where we would look at the stars. He would squeal with delight when we saw a falling star.

Wayne also loved the 3 Stooges. He would practically drive me crazy to go watch the stooges with him and he’d laugh like Curly Yuk yuk yuk That drove Dad NUTS!!!!

By the time Wayne was in Kindergarten, I left our home in Odessa, known as God’s Country to my brothers and sisters where I joined the US Air Force and was stationed in California . Mom sent me a letter from Wayne that I shall never forget. It said “Dear Ninnie, I love school and my teacher is very nice. I miss you so much won’t you please come home. Love, your brother Wayne Edward Facey.

This letter is forever printed on my heart but the part I love the most is this.

His little 5-year old hand was printed on the back of the paper with a p.s. which said “look how much I’ve grown”

I encourage each of you here today to share stories, not only for our sake, but for the sake of our children. I have my two children here today and they are my very precious jewels. They are my posterity and in sharing stories, they can see and know their roots. Our roots are long and our roots are deep and it’s so important for our children to know their roots. But to keep them strong, we may have some tending to keep the roots alive and growing.

Do you have stories?? Share them. Write them down. Let them be heard. It will strengthen our roots.

Regrets? Sure, we ALL have them. No one is exempt. If there are regrets that bother you, fix them. Some times we’re too late. Sure, I should have called my brother more. I used to send him scripture to read and he asked me to stop. I stopped. I regret that. But you know what? I know that Wayne is not bothered by that for he us in a much better place. A place where no tears fall. A place with no regrets. A place with no sorrow. I’m sure if I could tell him I’m sorry, he would say “Ninnie, you have no need to be sorry, no need for tears.”

A long time ago when the phone was stationed on the wall and you had to be careful that you didn’t hang yourself with the cord. Another thing you had to be careful about was long distance phone calls and Odessa to Watkins Glen or Elmira was a long-distance phone call and the longer you spoke, the more it cost.

We are now in a time where long-distance doesn’t cost anything, no matter where you live, even if it overseas, it in Idaho, Arizona, Florida, Utah, N Carolina, or wherever. Heck, you don’t even have to pay for a stamp any more. You can put your words on a little screen and send it and within seconds, your notes of love are received. No more pony express or snail mail.

Stay in touch. Make time to stay on the line…remember, it doesn’t cost to stay on the line and take an extra minute to say “I love you” or “thank you” or “I’m sorry”. One of the first things I told Honeyman when we first met 27 years ago. LOVE IS A VERB. If you don’t know what a verb is, look it up. Practice being a VERB.

Smile.

Laugh.

Get silly.

Tell people you love them by showing them.

Honeyman said this:

A phone call, a knock at the door, a meal, a beer by the fire, gather, come sit a spell. That’s the only way it works when Love is a Verb. It’s what keeps a family strong and alive.

We’re gathered here to say farewell to our brother, cousin, uncle, father, friend, Wayne Edward Facey. No regrets, no sorrow, no shoulda, woulda, couldas….. just the love of family. This is a great family.

So here’s to you, little Brother….

Rubber Duckey, you’re the one

You make bath time lots of fun

Rubber Duckey I’m awfully fond of you, booboo-Pedoo

Rubber duckie joy of joys

When I squeeze you, you make noise

Rubber duckie you're my very best friend it's true

Oh, every day when make my way to the tubey,

I find that little fella whose cute and yella and chubby,

rubba dub dubbie

Rubber Duckey, you’re so fine

and I’m happy that you’re mine,

Rubber Duckey I’m awfully fond of,

Rubber Duckey I’d love a whole one of,

Rubber Duckey I’m awfully fond of you

Booboo-peedoo

Dear brother, You aren’t here today with us physically, but you are here in spirit. No more pain, no more suffering. May you be at eternal peace . We will remember the fun, the jokes, the laughs, you were always funny, the talks, and yes, we’ve had many, the tears, and most of all - the love. Your love will remain with us and you will be missed by us all.

Till we meet again.......

Till we meet, till we meet,

Till we meet at Jesus’ feet,

Till we meet, till we meet,

God be with you till we meet again.

Your living sister, Ninnie (Stephanie S Burnett Kline)