Frankie was a very active child a lot hyper so mom put him in Argonne Rebels to get rid of some of that built up energy as he did with everything he excelled very well.

     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.     

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!!

One day when Frank got home from work he decided to surprise me.  I was in the shower washing my hair. Frank had quietly undressed and stepped into the shower with me.  My eyes were closed, so I couldn't see him and was humming so I didn't hear either.   After I was done washing my hair I opened my eyes and got the living shit scared out of me. I screamed so loud and Frank grabbed hold of me to calm me only to start laughing his ass off at me. Good times.

Frankiewas a very happy go- lucky young man whom always had a smile on his face for every one he met. he could bring sunshine to your darkest day. every time I saw him he had a hug a smile and a story just for me.we were all very fortunate to have him in our lives for a while. I am certainly missing you Frankie.I know that you are smiling in that wonderful paradise we call heaven. Until we meet again,keep smiling for me Frankie.

Frank was such a pleasure to be around at all of our family gatherings.  He was always happy, upbeat and fun to be around.  Respectful of all the family, easy to be around, helpful & made things just look effortless... being happy just came natural for Frank and it made it easy to just be happy being around him.  As the years passed and I watched him with my cousin, Donita, and their children I came to admire him more and more with each passing year.  He adored his wife and children - that was clear to see.  What a blessing he has been... I have no doubt that we will see Frank again in Heaven; it's just so hard to wait.  My most recent memory was last July at our family reunion... I can see the image of him standing there by us as we stood around singing old gospel hymns together.  He stood there, standing straight (with shoulders back as always) and that grin on his face like he was just almost too happy to stand it... To my son he was a hero.  Nathan wrote him a letter when he deployed to Iraq and that's when I knew how much my son admired Frank.  His happiness and joyful presence was a genuinie part of who he was... and is... as he lives on in Heaven.  I will always be proud to say he is part of my family.  We all are better for the knowing of him.  Till we meet again Frank...  Blessings and comfort for all who love him.
 

I always remember u being there for any and everything. U being the father figure to all us niece and nephews. I remember when I was just a little kid and grandma still lived on Adams and you had your army uniform in the bedroom and I spent time reading your name badge taught myself how to spell our last Name and you was so happy for me. 

I remember when we were little I had this friend Karen Lewis and we decided to stay the night at this little piece of land behind GBM. So we asked our parents bout staying the night at each other's house but what got me busted is because I wanted my lil brother to stay also. So we took all our stuff to stay the night there and then we seen some one with a big knife and we ran. When we got home our parents thought we had ran away and had called the cops. We got in so much trouble but not my brother because I was the oldest and I took him with us.  Lol