I am remembering the variety of actions that Frankie did for me, and others.  Brought me a Christmas tree....plant (that I still have) for Easter about 26 years ago. He showed up one day in my classroom with a rose in a vase for Valentine's day. He helped in my classroom a few times, and the children loved him. When he was 8, and I was getting things ready for Michael's high school graduation, he created Michael's initials on the lawn as a surprise for him using some sort of grass killer. He giggled when I said something weird was happening to a corner of the lawn...as the days went by, it was obvious it was MFS...and his gift to his big brother. Such ingenuity. He came and worked on Amanda's first house putting in a new wood floor. He gave people rides, lent money that never came back, and was so creative with his hands. He worked on his Uncle Mario's house replacing a floor, and a variety of things that enhanced the place. He loved the time he lived with his uncle. They made great memories together. He included many friends in jobs and taught many how to work concrete. I know he wasn't perfect, but I never saw him turn his back on a friend, and often denied himself to tend a friend's need. He was willing to be second to so many, and happy with just being with his buds. His nose dive in life came from many directions all at once, the overwhelming events of life...I watched and weaped over the journey he walked, and felt so helpless knowing it was his life to live. He was a friend to so many and was always there when asked....I miss my son.