On Monday, January 11, 2010 Wayne McNichol passed away peacefully at the age of 45 years. He is survived by his loving wife Debbie, his two daughters Katelin and Natalie, his mother Marjorie McNichol and his sister Wendy Owens (Doug) and children. Wayne was predeceased by his father Ron McNichol.
No formal service by request.
Should friends desire, donations to the Canadian Juvenile Diabetes Foundation, 6450 Roberts Street, Suite 150, Burnaby, BC V5G 4E1in memory of Wayne would be appreciated.
Deb, Natalie, and Katelin, thinking of all of you. We’ve been going through all of the photos and thinking about all the laughs and great times we’ve shared with Wayne. The loss is significant now but in time our focus will be how lucky we were that he was part of our lives.
Rob, Wanda, and Seth Story
Dear McNichol family, our thoughts have been and are with you .We have lost a much loved and admired friend . Wayne brightened the office and our lives daily, and we are very fortunate to have known him.
Know that Wayne will not be forgotten, and that his work ‘family’ would be honoured to offer assistance of any kind,at any time.
Wayne (aka “Wayner”, “Waynerama” & “Wayne’s World” ) was truly one of a kind and will be missed a great deal by all of us. Wayne was a good friend to everyone who got to know him. We will treasure the time that we had with Wayne but wish it could have been longer, much longer.
Our thoughts are with you Deb, Caitlin & Natalie during this time of great loss.
To the McNichol family. Wayne was very much a unique individual and brought a lot of light and humor to the workplace.
He will be missed.
Dear Deb, Natalie and Kateline. First let me say how very sorry we are for your loss. Wayne was a very special person and it was a pleasure to have been able to have worked with him during his time at Kamloops ICBC. I will fondly remember Wayne for his quick wit; fantastic knowledge of all things and of course his ‘great big smile’. I miss the bantering back and forth we had…he was always able to ‘play me’ as I could never figure out if he was serious or just joking when he’d have a request for something, etc. It finally got to the point where ‘we had a special sign’ if he was serious. Our office now has a big ‘void’ without Wayne. He will be dearly missed by his ‘work family’ and especially by you all. Our hearts go out to you and the girls. While we all must go through the grievance process in our own way, know as time goes on, the pain will lessen. We’re thinking of you all. Remember all the good times and all the precious moments you had together with Wayne. We’re thankful that we had the opportunity to know Wayne – a co-worker, your husband and father to two beautiful daughters.
Gisele and Andy Machin
Waynorama
Waynorama – that was my nickname for Wayne. While at times quiet and laid back he could explode with excitement and like a magician turn a dull day into something brilliant. Waynorama…
Wayne, Wayne, Wayne… my dog runs to the door, tail wagging, jumping up and down in excitement. Wayne, Wayne, Wayne. I open the door and Wayne cautiously enters trying to guard his leg. We load up the car and I hurry the dog back into the house after he has run circles around the two of us. The funny thing is that I used to wait by the window for Wayne to arrive, excited for a night out with the guys, playing music (or trying to), goofing around and exchanging old war stories. I was as excited to see Wayne as my crazy dog. Wayne and I would car pool most nights to band practice and we would spend our time on the long drive to and from Rob’s house debating about hockey, talking about the music we liked and trying to figure out how we could get Rob to sing a song we knew he hated.
If any of you have seen me play I always had to concentrate hard to stay on track and I read music from a book. It always boggled my mind that Wayne had everything memorized. We would name a song and after a few seconds of re-setting his pedals he was good to go. In fact, he would get bored with our need to work on the same piece of music over and over again and would often sabotage our efforts with his sense of humour. In the middle of a song he would start playing another one and as we struggled to carry on, glancing in each other’s direction trying to figure out what just happened, Wayne would be grinning at his inside joke. Quite often he would liven things up with a twisted solo or a few funny pieces of a chorus into the microphone – hard to believe but Wayne could sing. Many times we just went along for the ride waiting to see what Wayne would do next or if he could get Rob to bite. I think MJ and I were always the last to pick up on Wayne’s musical one liners.
We played poker and Wayne always seemed to be in control. I don’t actually recall Wayne having a poker strategy but I do remember laughing with him as we stayed up until the early hours each hoping for a Monday morning story of the Big win or the one that got away. Wayne loved the morning banter, stories about the previous night and opportunities to pull a prank. I remember Wayne and I building a pyramid of Styrofoam so that Adam Shauntz, a new manager, could not get into his office. He would tell stories of how he and others played legendary pranks on co-workers back in the day and was always there with encouragement if anybody came up with a new folly.
Wayne cared. He cared about each of us and worked to better our lives. Whether through the dedication and pride he exhibited in everything he did, his ability to identify when we needed a laugh, his involvement in our social club, staff concession, BBQ’s, Dress Red days and other office activities – he made Kamloops a better place to be. I am thankful for the moments we shared and will miss him enormously.
Wayne was my friend – he taught me that having a little fun along the way is as important as getting the job done and on some days more important. I will miss you Wayne – thanks for brightening my days.
Bob
Dear Debbie, Kaitlin and Natalie, our thoughts are with you.
Our memories of Wayne in our all-too-few visits will become more treasured, as the time passes. Las Vegas-1969 and the swimming pool, Prineville, Oregon-1972 and Christmas, North Vancouver-1974 and Larson Elementary School and lacross playing days,and our visits with him in Armstrong/Vernon over the recent past years. But most of all Wayne’s caring attitude and wonderful sense of humour.
We are so sorry to be so very far away and of no help to you at this time. We will see you in the spring. In the meantime, we are thinking of you with sad hearts.
Love,Uncle Bill and Auntie Liz
Dear Debbie, Kaitlin and Natalie
I am so sorry for your loss and wish to express to each of you my heartfelt condolences.
I had the pleasure of working with Wayne over the past nine years. I was always struck by not only his sense of humour but his deep respect for those he worked with as well as his clients. He treated all with kindness and compassion. He listened with a open mind and genuinely cared for those around him. He will be deeply missed by all of us who had the pleasure of working with him and certainly by this community.
Kind regards
Nancy Scullion
Dear McNichol family,
I am so deeply saddened to hear of your loss. May looking back with memories of Wayne help comfort you tomorrow and the days ahead. My thoughts are with you and your family.
Love, Nancy McNichol