Willie Thomas “Bill” Haynie
Raised on the depression hard red-clay of rural NE Georgia – to experiencing a full life in Lakeland, Fort Myers, Arcadia, and the riches of Sanford Florida
The W.T. Haynie Family
Elaine, Janis, Tom, Mom (Marie), Kristi
with a simple ‘Amen,’ folks lingered; some took pictures; others mumbled a few polite words, and they left…..
dispensing of our suits, grandson Gray and I helped Dad into ‘the-saddle’ for his final ride,
– and then we covered the trail of a true ‘character’
when its family, you’re there till the end (Janis)….
Losing a father is never on the top of anyone’s list – in my own way I find comfort in one of the few places that he and I shared and spent extended time together – riding old highways as he ’ciphered-out’ our surroundings – Dad was real good at ‘figurin’ things out.
He would wipe the inside of the windshield (defroster didn’t work) with his handkerchief, mix ketchup with his eggs and grits, ’sop’ gravy’ from the supper skillet with a piece of bread and could make a treat out of cornbread and butter-milk. He could tell you the history of a truck from simply walking around it; all the while unbuckling his britches in front of anyone (during conversation) to tuck his shirt-tail in (no big deal). He rolled his own cigarettes (Prince-Albert) while driving (elbows on the steering wheel) and coughed as hard as he worked. That was our ‘Dad’ and that’s how we knew him – he “was what he was.”
I guess life is like a highway, another place with a good seat to appreciate whats right there in front of us, an opportunity to acknowledge others as we pass, a place to remember – and a time to move on.
– bye Dad, and thanks forever for the ride. – “uddddnnnnnn.”