Hank Wickham

Henry Gaines Wickham, was the coolest uncle a kid could have he was gentle until he wasn't and if you sassed grandma you could bet that he would win the race the adults would have to check your mistake. When he got angry his normal soft-spoken voice might as well have been thunder it was terrifying. His laugh was so delightful and contagious it had a mischievous chuckle and he enjoyed pranks. Sent me on an errand walking in the dark only to jump from the bushes with a shout that sent me...

We still make my grandfathers chili that was Julie´s Recipe. Your family always welcomed Julie´s uncle Floyd Boyer. I sure miss that place in Albuquerque. Hank and Lewie were always so nice to us

my pop was amazing and my nana

I grew up playing at the house in Albuquerque, listening to your music. I'd be lost in the beauty of your mother's butterflies, laugh at the story of the dog in the truck and wonder when I'd be able to make music as beautiful as yours. Sing with the angels... then again, you always did.

My love ,words can't explain how I much I miss you. I know we'll be together again.

I would like to extend my condolences to the family of Hank. I'm so sad to hear about Hanks passing. I first met Hank when I waitressed at a Jazz club called Danbi's, and he would perform there. He was such a talent, and had the most beautiful, smooth, velvet voice. I always melted when he sang Moondance. I was fortunate enough to hear him play at Mollys with his band Group Therapy before he he stopped playing, and it was so nice to reconnect with him, and talk about the good old days. ...

Hank, my first mentor. Jerald as well. Great guitarist, patient, and amazing voice.
Thank you for your support, the audition, the path to music beyond the living room, Terry for allowing me into your home and friendship, and literally setting me on the right path all those years ago. You are missed. Love and happiness... We'll meet again