Kyle Martin Wainwright
Kyle Martin Wainwright, age 35, born in Tacoma, Washington died in a fatal car accident on January 23, 2022.
Kyle grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska with 2 sisters and 5 brothers. A very talented craftsman, Kyle used his skills to help friends and family whenever he could. A jokester at heart, he provided much of the humor and light-hearted conversation that made family get-togethers memorable. His quirky nature and huge heart that wanted to love and be loved are just a few defining characteristics that will be remembered.
Kyle is survived by his daughter Chloe Patzloff, sisters; Nicole (Frazzie) Wynn, and Amy (Wade) Clement, and brothers; Shaun Wainwright, Brandon (Nikki) Wainwright, Justin Wainwright, Jason (Liz) Wainwright, Cody (Melissa) Wainwright, and a host of uncles, aunts, cousins and friends.
Kyle was preceded in death by his parents; Don and Mary Wainwright, grandmother; Carol Pavey, and niece Kennedy Wainwright.
There will be a Celebration of Life gathering from 4pm – 7pm on Friday January 28, 2022 at Praise Temple Church located at 1101 N 56th Street in Lincoln, NE.
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I didn’t know Kyle very well, or very long. He did introduce to me Letter Kenny and we shared a few laughs. It was sad to hear that he died. RIP Kyle.
My dear brother, Kyle. We share the same blood, but we didn’t come from the same place. I remember the first time I spoke to you on the phone. You were 8, and I was 18. Then you were gone for a long time. Then social media came, and we found each other again. This time, we were parents of young children. I felt like a big sister, a feeling I wasn’t familiar with. But I felt protective and motherly for you in that big sis kind of way. I watched you from afar and tried to help you in small ways, a phone bill, a car repair, $20 for anything you might need. Always loving you. Never really knowing much. And you disappeared again. Our few moments, always ended with I love you, sis. I love you too, Kyle. I hope you feel peace now. I’m sorry we never met face to face. You will live in my heart forever, and I hope we will find our chance to meet in heaven.