That name may not mean much to you, our loyal horror friends, but to us here at THC it means more than words can adequately convey.
Wayne Congdon was the father of one of our very own. His son, Adam, is an important part of our family, and last Friday, he lost the most important part of his. Wayne died suddenly, leaving his loved ones in shock and sorrow, most of which probably hasn't even set in yet.
Everyone around the world says something like "he's the nicest guy you could ever hope to meet" about someone in their lives from time to time. I'm sure they mean it, and I'm sure it's true. When I say Adam is one of the greatest guys anyone could ever hope to meet, I'm not exaggerating. Warm, kind, and always there for anyone who needs him, Adam is the genuine article, and it's our privilege to have him in our lives.
Adam would say the same thing about his father, and he wouldn't be exaggerating either.
The THC family will send Wayne Congdon off today, see him buried, and do our best to toast his memory. We will do our best to support his loved ones and ours, and hope that we at least do a passable job. We will laugh and cry, raise our glasses and do our best to show a great man our meager version of respect.
I really would like to think he'll be somewhere looking in on us, watching over us, and silently joining in.
Somehow, I know that he will be.
I've always thought of this song as one that tells the story of a loved one who has passed on, looking in on the ones they left behind. It's truly beautiful and comforting, even though it does tug at the heartstrings. Today, Two versions feel appropriate. They're both great.
