''This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Frank Zamarripa Jr, 45, born on April 26, 1969 and passed away on February 13, 2015. We will remember him forever.''
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Leave a tributeleaving so many words left to say.
But now it's too late, for your time has come,
words unspoken; I am sure everybody has some.
Regrets and wishes are probably there too,
but lasting forever are memories of you.
I was there when you needed a place to stay,
just like you would be there for me night or day.
There have been many times that we disagreed,
but we were there for each other in time of need.
Now it's time for me to say Good-Bye,
until we meet again in heaven to fly.
Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me.
As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.
leaving so many words left to say.
But now it's too late, for your time has come,
words unspoken; I am sure everybody has some.
Wishes are probably there too,
but lasting forever are memories of you.
I was there when you needed a place to stay,
just like you would be there for me night or day.
There have been many times that we disagreed,
but we were there for each other in time of need.
Now it's time for me to say Good-Bye,
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Please be patient.
Please be patient.
Argonne Rebels
Main Street
I am sure there are some of you that didn't know how we met. I first met Frank on the Main Street Courthouse Lawn. He automaticaly came up to me and introduced himself to me. From the start, I knew we would be friends. He was like a big brother to me at that time. I saw him as a big teddy bear that I could always count on. Every weekend I was out on Main St., he was right there. I remember a couple of times going up to him and telling him to save me from some guy that wouldn't leave me alone. He would put his arm around me and act as if we were a couple. The person that was bugging me would take one look at Frank and then back down and leave me alone. I always knew he wanted to ask me out, but I would be dating someone else and so he would be respectful and just be my friend. The moment he saw his chance, he took it. At first, I had a hard time with seeing him in a different way other than as a big brother type. Some how he knew we would be together forever and just kept trying with me. Even when I decided I didn't want to date anyone for a while (I didn't date for 3 years after we had Jesse) and just get my life in order, he didn't blink twice. He just said, "okay, I will give you as much time as you need but I know you will be back and I will be here waiting". That whole time, I knew all I needed to say was when. Even if he was dating another person at the time, I knew that if I said I felt ready to give it a try, he would be right there with me. During that 3 years, Frank and I became best friends. He would come to me about eveything and I would do the same with him. This is when I began to fall in love with him. I remember the day we married... I couldn't stop crying. All I could see was him and how much I loved him and how (for the first time ever) I knew I was destined to be his wife. He loved me enough for both of us until I was able to open my heart to him. There will never be another Frank and I will love him forever.
Onto a fun story.......... One of the things Frank did on Main Street was pick on me. He got a bunch of his buddies to pick up my little Dodge Omni and place it on the Court House lawn. Not once but twice did they do this. I remember my car trying to start the whole time because it was a stick and then the second time they did it, the cops came by and got onto me for parking it on the lawn. Those guys just laughed their butts off the whole time.
I'm sure I will think of more stories to put on here later. I hope a lot of people tell their stories as well. I want to keep his memory alive for our kids and grandkids. Seeing these stories will do just that.
The Pickle
2013 family reunion. Some amazing person braught a giant jar of pickles. All of us teens ran over to make perverted pickle jokes while we ate but we were all put to shame when Frank walked up. He went for the biggest pickle in the jar and got the whole thing to fit in his mouth before taking a bite. he had a proud smile that made the rest of us wonder about him. :) He was one amazing guy so caring and funny. There should be more men like him. I am so glad to have family as amazing as frank and his loved ones!!