Dearest family and friends,
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Herbert Sayne. We will remember him forever.
Herbert "Herb" Wallace Sayne, age 68, died September 19, 2014 at his home in Noti, Oregon, surrounded by family.
Born in Frankfurt, Germany, to Willis and Hildegard Sayne, Herb graduated from Great Valley high school in Malvern, PA, and then joined the U.S. Army Ordinance Center, receiving certification in Automotive Repair. Thoughout his nearly 40 year career as a heavy duty mechanic, Herb received numerous certifications and commendations. Herb's most recent acheivement was receiving his Amateur Radio License KG7CVH in 2013.
Herb enjoyed spending time at home with his beloved wife of 17 years, Beth Sayne, and their six dogs. Herb had many hobbies, including reading, RV'ing, garden railroading, diesel engines, photography, videography, emergency preparedness, and running his Labradors daily in the backyard forest.
Herb is survived by his wife, Beth, and five children: Lance (Melanie) Sayne, Steven (Patricia) Sayne, Willis (Susan) Sayne, Melissa Crow and Daniel Sigui. He also leaves behind nine grandchildren: Julia Sayne, Nathan Sayne, Elizabeth Whiteside, Steven Sayne, Jr., Nicholas Sayne, Ethan Sayne, Victoria Sayne, Trinity Sayne, and Alexa Crow. One great grandchild: Willow Whiteside.
Herb was proud, direct, and loving. His home was always open to those in need. Per Herb's final wishes, a red apple tree has been planted in his honor and the family held a private memorial service at his home in the Oregon forest.
Tributes
Leave a tributeLove always for you and yours.
The Stunph Family
I'm missing you... doesn't begin to convey the absence of you from my life everyday. Keep watching over us as we learn to live without your generous spirit. Until we meet again, all my love, Beth
Leave a Tribute
Love always for you and yours.
The Stunph Family
I'm missing you... doesn't begin to convey the absence of you from my life everyday. Keep watching over us as we learn to live without your generous spirit. Until we meet again, all my love, Beth
a poem that reminds me of Herb
Come to the Forest to Visit Me
Come to the forest to visit me
Down by the roots of a tree
Waste not your tears on cold, stone graves
Water a flower for me
Give me to the earth when my winter comes
Bury me deep in the ground
Mark not my place with statues or caves
Find me where life can be found
Come to the woods when autumn leaves turn
Golden and copper and red
Rustle up memories, seeds of joy stored
Kick up the leaves in my stead
Visit a garden on warm, summer days
Keep company with blossoms and bees
Remember my heart blooms forever in yours
Take comfort from shushing shade trees
Let springtime surround you with life and the living
Birdsong and budding green leaves
Look up at the sky, give thatnks for sun and rain
When you think of me, please smile more than grieve
Come to the forest to visit me
Down by the roots of a tree
Waste not your tears on thoughts of death
Water a new flower for me
By Lurana Brown