This is something I have been wanting to say but wasn't sure where to begin.  I guess the best thing would be at the begining.  My Father was the greatest man in the world.  He was the most kindhearted person I ever knew.  He would give the shirt off his back to a stranger if he thought it would help them.  He was also a very easy-going person.  My mom and dad's house was never quiet in all the years they were married there was always people there for dinner, living with them, staying at their house etc.  He never minded anyone there.  He took everything in stride and was a big family man.  As for me there wasn't a thing in the world I ever wanted for he always made sure I got it.  He spolied me yes, but he also taught me how to be independent and take care of myself.  I adored my father and now that he is gone I really miss him, his smile, his easy going ways etc.  When it came to my children the sun rose and set in them as far as he was concerned and they adored him as well.  My grandchildren didn't get to spend a lot of time with him but the time they did get to spend with him they won't ever forget.  We talk about him all the time and we have reminders of him in Georgianna who has some special bond with him because at times she looks at yu like he did and she has his temper.  She is only two but we will make sure she knows all about him and I'm sure the other kids will tell her all about him especially Lucas who adored him.  I just felt this was the time to speak of him as yesterday was 2 years since he left us and it still feels like it was only yesterday to all of us.  No one has begun to heal yet.

My father's handprints are all over my home, this story is just one of the many projects he was involved in at my home.  June 30th 1983 We made settlement on our new home.  As soon as we left settlement and moved some of our stuff in My dad and my husband got to work tearing out my dining room wall to put in sliding glass doors.  They also put in new ceiling fans and painted all the rooms.  About three weeks later my Dad and Uncle Al built a small deck outside the sliding glass doors and put a railing so that we had something to walk out on.  My dad was there for every project we did with out house so everywhere I look I see things that my Dad worked on in my home.  My Dad and my husband made the old house we bought into th beautiful home it is today.  My dad was always there for us whenever we needed him and he is very missed now that he is not here anymore. My husband and I miss him everyday.  My husband says he learned a lot from my dad and when he redid our kitchen last year he said he really missed having my dad by his side.  Daddy you taught him well you would be very proud of the job he did on the new kitchen.  He learned a lot from you and he misses you almost as much as I do.  Love you.

One night when our parents went out grandmom and grandpop were watching me and my brothers. They decided to take us for Chinese and to go bowling. On our way to the bowling alley grandpop was talking and almost drove us straight into the Ridley Lake! Grandmom started yelling at him and he of course told her to GET THE FUNGOOL OUTTA HERE. One of the funniest memories I have!

The following is the speech My oldest son George made at my Dad's funeral. 

Frank Cuculino was my grandfather, but he had the heart of a saint.  When I was first thinking about what to say about grandpop, I thought it would be really hard to talk about his spiritual life, since he was not a churchgoer.  However, the more I thought about it, the easier it became, because his spirit was something to be admired, and in many ways, the way he lived his life is something we should strive to do.

First off, Jesus taught us to live a simple life, and not be weighted down with the burden of worldly possessions.  Grandpop was an expert at this.  Today's pace of life is so complicated, so fast, and quite frankly very focused on STUFF.  He was the complete opposite; he was very much a simple man.  Give him a deck of cards and a good meal, and he' be happy forever.  He didn't have fancy clothes; in fact most of my memories of him are in a white undershirt and dickies pants.  Some might say that made him a fashion pioneer; he wore that look LONG before it was cool and other people were doing it, but I'm getting off track...  He didn't need a lot of money, a big house, fancy clothes or any other thing like that to make him happy, and he was wise enough to know that none of that stuff would make him happy anyway.  What made him most happy was interacting with his family and friends; not worrying about having things.  He loved having visitors, and at their house, there was never a shortage of that.  Grandmom and Grandpop's house was like Grand Central Station every single day.  People would always come over for meals or just to talk, and grandpop loved to be around the family, share stories and food, and occasionally watch a football game or play cards together.  Maybe it was a little weird that I knew how to play blackjack by age 5, but I suppose things could be much worse.  He interacted with us, talked to us, and played with us.  When I was a kid and I was over there a lot, I never really appreciated WHY people would come to their house and WHY it was always so busy, in fact sometimes I got annoyed because I didn't like the crowds.  Now I understand more.  I realized that people came to their house because he would listen, and because you knew that he always cared and was truly happy that you were there; you always felt welcome.

Also, Jesus taught us to be servants to others ahead of our own needs.  Grandpop was a man who would literally give you whatever you needed, anytime,  without question.  My entire life is made up of examples of this, on a regular basis.  When I was a young kid, Grandpop and Grandmom took care of me while Mom and Dad were working, and as I got older, we would be over their house with Grandmom watching us while Grandpop went out to work with Mom and Dad, trying to help them earn money so that they could pay their bills. Grandpop was always around when we had  big house projects, and would do whatever work was necessary to help us make a better home for ourselves.  My Dad would often give him a hard time or make fun of the ways MAKE IT FIT FRANK would do some of the work, but he would ALWAYS help and NEVER complain or expect anything in return.  He took me to karate when I first started training in South Philly, and years later he helped me get a loan to open my own karate school so that I could help others learn what I did.  Whenever we needed anything, he was there.  
The crazy part about all of this, is that I know I'm not the only person who had these experiences with him.  He was a goodhearted man who lived many of the teachings of the church every day.  He loved his family more than anything else, and carried  that with him right to the very end.  He was incredibly strong and even more selfless.  Lots of people here could tell lots of stories about Frank that have many of the same themes.  Keep those stories in your heart, and his spirit lives on beyond today.

This speech was sooo true my Dad was the greatest family man.  He is very much missed every day. 

I have many stories I can tell about Christmas when my children were small.  Mom and Dad would come over Christmas Eve night and stay so they could see the kids faces in the morning.  One year Dad's car horn went off in the middle of the night because of the cold.  But the year that stands out the most to the kids was the year Dad slid down the steps from top to bottom.  He had gone up to go to the bathroom and when he came down he slid on the carpet and landed at the bottom of the steps on his rear end.  The kids still talk about that to this day and when they do they always laugh.  My kids loved their grandfather and they miss him very much as I do.  My boys both say if they could be half the man their grandfather was they would be happy. My daughter says everytime her little girl makes a certain face she knows grandpop is smiling down.  He didn't have much but he gave everything for his family.  He was a rare breed.  He was the best Dad and Grandfather in the world. 

I have many stories I could tell about my dad but I think one of the best stories was when I had my son George and how Dad would watch his every move.  Georgie lifted his head very quickly after being born and this was new territory for my Dad so every time Georgie lifted his head dad would say "is he okay" and we would have to reassure him that he was fine.  Also if he cried Dad acted like it was the end of the world and someone was hurting him he would always scream "see what's wrong with him he's hurting".  He was overly protective of him and he adored him.   He adored all of my children and he was a perfect grandfather.  He spoiled the kids and the kids loved being around him and mommy. They loved his card tricks and the boys learned how to play poker from him. The kids did no wrong in his eyes and whatever they wanted he made sure they had. The world lost a great man on Novemer 3rd one that can never be replaced.

Most of my childhood memories of my grandfather involve him and playing cards. He loved to play cards and to show us tricks. One of my favorite memories is a trick he used to do. It was a story of a guy named Johnny and each card in the deck played a part in the story. I used to love this trick and make him do it over and over again. Since his passing i have been trying to find it online and have found similar tricks but none the way he did it. I would give anything to watch that trick one more time.