Death date: Jan 8, 2011
POST, Mr. Wayne Post, age 69, of Douglasville died Saturday, January 8, 2011. Mr. Post was a member of South Cobb Baptist Church and Lithia Springs Masonic Lodge. He was a cabinet maker and most recently employed at Denyse Sign Co Read Obituary
One time, several years ago, pawpaw got upset and started calling people that hadn’t come to visit him in a while to yell at them. Until then I had never heard him so upset. I can’t help but wonder if he knew something was amiss. It was only a short while later that he passed away. I miss him every day. I know he’s home with God because, of all the things in his life he chose to do, being a believer was the most important of them. Missing you today PawPaw. I love you.
I am so sorry to hear about Wayne. He was the best. I remember all the recording at your home he did with Charles. You visiting us in Florida and Alabama. I still have an album he did long ago. Always enjoyed hearing all of you sing and play the guitar together. Now he is at peace. My heart goes out to the family. You all are in my prayers.##imported-begin##Ann Head Crawford##imported-end##
I wrote this on my Facebook page, but I want to share it on here for those who don't have it.
These thoughts have been going through my mind for some time, and I knew I had to put them on paper or on here before I forgot. Here we go (trying to hold back tears, too...)!
I don't have many memories of uncle Wayne that I can think about at the moment. One thing I'll always remember is the family being gathered at the little house on Backwoods Court (am I correct?) in Kennesaw on a Saturday or Sunday morning. If you remember, there was an old piano in that little house. It sounded scary sometimes because some of the keys and the inside of the piano was damaged, but my uncle Wayne played it beautifully. I will always remember being at Mawmaw and PawPaw's house, with uncle Wayne playing that piano, and Aunt Lee being behind him singing away to the words of old hymns or old gospel songs from the hymnal in front of them. I loved watching him play the piano. In fact, when my dad brought a piano from his sister Sue's house in Florida, I jumped right on because I wanted to play like my Uncle Wayne. To this day, I still can't play as good as him, but I hope to one day...maybe.
Another memory I have is when my parents threw a HUGE Christmas party at their old house in Woodstock. Wayne was down in our basement on our piano from Aunt Sue, playing away. I immediately went upstairs to grab my flute (I had just learned to play) and some music. I eagerly asked him to play "Jingle Bells" so I could play with him. He asked me, "What key is it in?" I had no idea what "keys" were at the time in the world of music. Yes, I was very disappointed that I couldn't play along with him, but I soon learned that he played piano by ear and not by sight .. Which I thought was amazing. To this day, I wish I could play my instruments by ear, and sometimes I do try.
When the time comes, please do not think of him as "gone." Think of him as still here in spirit. When you hear footsteps going across your floors in the middle of the day or night, be not afraid, because that's probably Wayne coming to visit you. We all know how much he loved us being with him, and soon he'll be able to visit us whenever he pleases. I know MawMaw and PawPaw will be so happy to see him walking through the Pearly Gates, as he'll be so happy to see them because he missed them dearly, as we all do.##imported-begin##Paige Post##imported-end##
Even though we lived miles apart; you were always on my mind and I loved you more than you would have ever of known…. I am glad I had a chance to say Thank You for all you did.
You gave my Mamaw peace in the last years of her life and because of what you did for her I found peace in letter her go to live her eternal life with Papaw.
Thank you Uncle Wayne!!!
I can’t grasp the thought of never seeing you again but you are not in pain; we are. We all cried & laughed today. At times there were people saying what you would have said about us all walking through that Icy cemetery today and how funny it would have been to you. I know you were watching over us all slipping & sliding around trying to get to your graveside. I bet you were laughing so hard at us…. It was kind of funny actually. Everyone had such wonderful things to say about you today, some funny, some sad and some happy. Your wife sang Amazing Grace and she was beautiful! My Mom wrote a poem that made me cry; you would have loved it & I am sure you heard Gary read it today during your service.
In Life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill.
I can still hear you call me Sweetheart
I can hear your laughter so deep.
It broke our heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of us all went with you,
The day God took you home.
Love,
Kelly Hansard & Family
♥##imported-begin##Kelly Hansard##imported-end##
Dear Becky & Keith,
We were saddened to hear of the passing of Mr. Post.
You are in our thoughts and prayers. If we can help in any way, please let us know. We will not be able to be there for service, but we will be there in Spirit.
We Love You both.
With Love, Larry & Karene##imported-begin##Larry & Karene Duffey##imported-end##
I worked with Mr. Post a few years at DeNyse Signs, Mr. Post was a hard worker and a kind man, I enjoyed working with him and will always remember his smile and how he made people laugh. "Sing it Elvis" R.I.P my friend!##imported-begin##Donald Kelley##imported-end##
My derest cousins, Lee and children and brothers and sisters of Wayne...my heart breaks for the pain and grief I know you're feeling and I pray that God holds each of you close and gives you comfort.
I love you all.
Sandra##imported-begin##Sandy Allen ##imported-end##
Sorry for your lose.##imported-begin##Sandra Holmes ##imported-end##
Rick, Alvin and I are thinking of the entire family during this difficult time.
Rick and Janet Woodruff
Alvin Woodruff##imported-begin##Rick and Janet Woodruff##imported-end##
Prayers are with all of you in this time of your life. Grief happens to all of us, and we are never ready for it. No matter how we plan, we cannot get ready. Love and prayers.##imported-begin##Doris Wise##imported-end##
