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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Franklin William Freimund (a.k.a "Butch").  He was 75 years old, born on December 3, 1945, and passed away on April 20, 2021.
June 27, 2021
June 27, 2021
I first met Frank in the late 1990s. I recall that he attended a Christmas party at a relative’s house. He fit in so well and had the wonderful skill of talking easily with everyone who he met. I feel very fortunate to have been able to spend many holidays and get togethers with him. I always knew when he arrived he would have a story or a joke to share. He was my favorite person to cook for - he savored every bite. I also enjoyed playing Christmas carols on the piano and listening to him sing. He had a beautiful voice. He was very kind, a great listener, a talented musician, devoted father and grandfather. It makes me very sad that he has left us so soon. I will miss him very much.
June 27, 2021
June 27, 2021
I knew Frank through my grandmother (Nancy Breary), but he was more than my grandmother's date to me (when I had met him). Even though I had only interacted with him occasionally, he quickly grew on me, as he did with all that he met.
He listened to me, got to know me, and went out of his way to talk about, 'forward', and relate to things that I was interested in.
Now, everyone who knew him can/could testify that he made and told the world's best worst/bad jokes, 'puns', 'dad jokes'
-and while he had likely gone through the worst of his life before he had passed, he went through it with people who loved him, and what was hopefully the best in his life, and he knew that.
With no intention to be sentimental, this may strike some as the most generic and common thing that such a unique person could put accurate definition in the term and phrase: 'he was a great guy'. He just really was very kind, thoughtful, funny, interesting, intelligent, and a good person, et-cetera ('et cetera' being other people's positive thoughts about/on Frank).
I only really knew of him for a short 3 years and he ended up being a great/large figure in my life and many other people's lives in the same 3 years.
Whether it is reading these stories about Frank, going to his celebration of life, or just reminiscing over memories of him, it all may provide closure and comfort to those who do so, but it is also so much more than that. He left a mark on many, he influenced so many lives and was a truly 'down-to-Earth man'.
I cannot even think of one story to say and share about/on Frank that would correctly describe the moment and his legacy unless you were there.
He leaves the world a better place from his presence in it and he took his own time and effort to do so.

-in loving memory of Franklin Freimund
-Ryan Jones
June 27, 2021
June 27, 2021
When I think of Frank I smile… from the heart. I will always treasure the many wonderful and fun times we spent together, both in the U.S. and in Australia. I miss his smile, his laugh, and the energy and brightness he brought to my life.

From the moment I met Greg’s “Uncle Butch” he made me feel welcome, safe, comfortable, cared for, and supported. He accepted and loved me for me, and I so loved him for that. He not only made me feel like part of the family from day one, but an important and valued part of the family. He put so much of his heart and soul into making others feel positive and comfortable just being in their own shoes. He loved to share with, and provide for, others. From sharing a pizza through to a bible verse or song that really meant something to him. From providing a warm hello hug through to providing a roof over your head – for as long as you needed. I always felt “at home”, in his home, even when so far away from my Aussie home and family. 

Butch was one of the best storytellers and entertainers I have and will ever come across. He made me laugh and cry (often at the same time) on countless occasions. I will never forget the sight of Butch, at the Michigan Medieval Fair, eating the most gigantic turkey leg I have ever seen, and posing for photos with a massive grin on his face. When in Australia a few years ago, his insistence on beating the record for “the most shows seen in an Adelaide Fringe Festival season” was truly legendary. He completely exhausted himself in the process but got there in the end.

Butch loved to laugh at the way I said the word “no” in my Aussie accent, swearing that I was, in fact, saying “noi”. He’d often ask me to repeat it over and over, giggling away as I did. Butch’s constant hunt for the best “insert meal or dessert type here” was hilarious. Greg warned me before we arrived in the U.S., but I really didn’t know what I was in for. Butch introduced me to one of his favorites - Jet’s Pizza. Let’s just say I could hardly fit into my jeans when we continued on our travels 6 weeks’ later.

Butch had a very similar dry sense of humor to Greg and me. He completely cracked us up on many an occasion. One of the first things I remember was Butch eagerly playing us recordings of Bob and Tom skits, and the three of us instantly breaking into hysterical laughter (which continued on for a very long time). The “Dear Santa” skit was brilliant. I loved being a regular at the Butch and Greg comedy show that would often eventuate from razzing each other up, or one of them making an astute and/or witty comment or observation (about literally anything and everything). It was an absolute joy to observe, first-hand, the constant banter that went on between the two of them, that could quickly and easily switch to a very deep conversation about philosophy or politics. Butch was always so creative and imaginative, especially when setting up silly or hypothetical situations. Stories created to support the next-door neighbor’s claim that the local mole was, in fact, "Frank’s mole", remain to be some of my favorites.

Butch made generic interactions and experiences so much more personal and special. From making the effort to introduce himself to, and find out the name of, everyone he met (even the person serving fast food at a festival), to the little rub on the back he’d give you as you were just standing around chatting in a group (Butch’s sister/Greg’s Mom, Karen, also does this without even thinking).

Butch made my world feel better and brighter. What a beautiful and amazing man he was. I am so very blessed to have spent such special times together and I miss him dearly.

Sending love and hugs to all.

Kellie (Kel) xx
June 26, 2021
June 26, 2021
I had the great privilege of living with Frank for a half a decade. I didn't appreciate it at the time, but when I would enter the house, he would turn off the TV set and ask me how was my day. He really loved everyone he met with an agape kind of love, and treated everyone like they were more important than himself. I began calling him UB, short for Uncle Butch. He was a great mentor and friend. He was someone who would listen, care, sympathize and try to understand. We attended church and a Bible study together. His faith was confident and sure in Jesus. He introduced me to the paper route industry. I remember a big snowstorm and delivering papers in it. That night he took me out and did donuts in an empty parking lot. He had a way of making you smile and laugh when you thought you couldn't. I want my family to know that I attribute much of what I am today to this man! I hope that I can live and love like frank did. I will miss my friend and the great UB! Till we meet again. God bless.
June 26, 2021
June 26, 2021
Uncle Butch was unique in many ways. He walked to the beat of his own drum. Even when he had no drumsticks. He was playful, funny, and fun to be around. Quick with a cheeky grin, and witty quip, he saw humor in situations and in life. His smile was contagious, his laughter irresistible.

Uncle Butch always made me feel welcome, with warmth of spirit and generosity of heart. He genuinely could not be happier to see you. On a moment’s notice, he would provide a roof over my head, the keys to more than one car, paid work if I needed, and an empty refrigerator.

“Greg, make yourself at home, help yourself to whatever you need’’ he would say with that sly grin. ‘’No seriously, help yourself, like if you want anything you will have to go out and get it. Do you have the keys to the Subaru? Still remember how to get to Kroger? While you’re there, could you grab some microwave popcorn, and maybe a tub of choc mint…… no wait, make that berry…….’’

To me Frank exemplified a laissez-faire or “leave alone” style and approach to living (literal translation "let you do"). He believed everything would work out, one way or another. For decades Frank left the Northville house unlocked. His keys and wallet were usually outside in one of his unlocked cars. Amy and my wife Kellie found this somewhat disconcerting.

Some people find comfort in having a car with a full tank of gas. Others want to know how far the car can travel after the fuel gauge is on empty, and there is only one way to find that out. In Frank’s world, the fuel warning light flashing was a suggestion, not a command.

Frank was friendly, charming, and most warmed to him quickly. One notable exception, his cantankerous next-door neighbor at Kings Mill, whose antics perplexed and amused Frank. He once cleared the snow from everyone’s front walk, except Frank’s. He also made a formal complaint to the Kings Mill Co-op that “Frank’s mole’’ was digging up the lawn. Frank was unaware he owned a mole.

Frank was adept at engaging others in conversation. He was curious, especially when it came to people. He regularly practiced the increasingly rare art of listening. He sought first to understand and was authentic in inquiry. He was willing to accept others, suspend judgement and embrace novel offerings in the first instance.

Frank was generous and sincere in praise and encouragement. He was able to make others feel good about who they are, in the moment, without the need to be anything more. He could see the good in others, the upside in most situations, and offered hope and comfort in counsel. He could be selfless and present in the moment.

Frank loved the freedom of being self-employed. He worked smart. He did only that which was required. He practiced Just-in-Time management long before it was popular in management literature. He built a lucrative business and sustained a profitable concern through changing times, technologies, and fortunes. It is easy to discount this success because of the nature of the work. That is a mistake. If you haven’t run your own business, you likely won’t understand the challenges and complexity involved in reliably and profitably “getting it done”. Frank’s business was managing relationships, and he did that extremely well.

I worked for him, on many occasions, over several decades. I enjoyed the work, driving in the stillness and solitude of the early morning, watching sunrises through the changing seasons. Strange as it may sound, the work held a real connect with nature and the community. We shared this appreciation. I enjoyed watching him in good-natured banter with colleagues around the depot. He was well-liked.

Frank loved numbers and playing games. He was clever, creative and could put together a deal when he wanted. I remember he once bought a brand-new car on a GM rewards credit card. After assembling an impressive jigsaw of points using numerous loyalty and reward schemes, the balance due on the car was around $5000. On the back end of the deal, he amassed enough frequent flyer points for a return trip to Australia! He didn't even need the car; it was just too sweet a deal to say no to.

Frank could derive the greatest joy from the simplest of meals. Real disappointment was also a possibility. Easily enticed, his culinary curiosity could be short-lived. One bite was often all Frank required to make an immediate and committed judgment, either for or against. One night, ready for bed in suitable sleeping attire, his attention was taken by a TV advert for a new fast food offering of bite sized desserts with a hot dipping sauce. They looked good, he wanted to try them, and he did not care to wait till the morrow. So, with haste, he grabbed his wallet, keys, put a hoodie over his PJs, and bravely ventured off into the night. On return, he had a look of disappointment; the dessert's reality had not matched its promise. Only two bites were required. There was also a degree of frustration; with hot dipping sauce spilt over the passenger seat.

If you cooked a meal for him, it was deemed to be made with love. It was exempt from immediate judgement and appreciation was shown. For a few bites at least.

I learnt a lot from Uncle Butch. He was humble in his wisdom, but could carefully, skillfully, plant seeds of knowledge and understanding in others. In fertile ground, these seeds will continue to emerge, grow, and evolve, as the seasons and generations come and go.

We often lost track of the hours whilst engaged in philosophical discussion on topics from metaphysics, theology, epistemology, logic, ethics, and politics. I loved those conversations. I don’t think Frank ever studied formal logic, but he understood the requisites and enjoyed the pursuit of intellectual rigor. He held me to task on knowledge claims made. Sometimes he was curious; fascinated by a topic, wanting to explore, investigate and know more. Other times, he was playing devil’s advocate; enjoying the sport and competition of debate.

Frank was unpretentious, open, and sincere. He had modest expectations and was grateful for simple blessings. He loved family, life, people, music, and food. Most of all, he loved Amy and time spent with his grandchildren.

I always felt a deep connect with Uncle Butch. It was intuitive, tacit, experiential; a shared sense of knowledge and knowing that is silent and unspoken. The depth of influence he had on my life and development will remain unknowable to me. There are obvious parallels to be drawn. I hold deep gratitude for time spent together, the bond we shared, and the joy, love, and laughter he brought to my world. I loved him dearly.

It seems fitting to end this reflection with a light sprinkle of humor. Below is a link to a senseless comedy skit that brought us both many tears of laughter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jtd3GR38wo 
June 26, 2021
June 26, 2021
You promised me 10 years but we took the time that the Lord gave us, which was way too short, and filled it with so much fun, laughter and love . As much as I have cried since you passed away you made me cry all the time when we were together. The tears came from laughing at anything and everything. From the first time I saw you at cardio rehab with your t-shirt inside out and backwards (you said you were so excited to get to class you got dressed in the dark and didn’t think anyone would notice), to the time you tripped in the parking lot in Vegas with Susan and Hugh, you always made me laugh. 

I loved that you were competitive when we played 5 Crowns and always, well not always, “let” me win! I hope you are getting lots of practice time in before I see you again since you REALLY need the practice! I can hear you calling me “little s” right now .

Frank, you were such a blessing to me and I hope you could always feel my love even through the hard times of the cancer and chemo. You kept your sense of humor and never a day would go by that you didn’t let me know how much you loved and appreciated me. Thank you for loving me for who I was and for showing the same love for my family. They all loved you, especially for how much you loved me and for your gift of laughter.

I also thank you for the special gift of knowing your daughter and her children. They will forever be in my heart as you will. Your loving “un fiancé”, aka “little shit”, “Nancy Rehab”. You will always have my heart ❤️

June 25, 2021
June 25, 2021
My little brother was very loved. He was big in heart, caring and always creating laughter. I loved that he had a relationship with our children and also our grandchildren despite the distances. By his creative points collection he frequently flew to Australia to visit, to get to know us.. The house was lively with family and friends enjoying playing cards and games with laughter and chatter. Amy will remember our families camping at Moana were he soon had many of the children playing ball. In USA I remember him taking the team for frozen custard after the game won or lost. I remember my Dad playing catch with him in the backyard at South Lyon. I remember him on the living room floor as a youngster playing with his baseball cards, quoting statistics and percentages. Numbers and figures were always in his head.

I remember the phone calls while he was having his morning walks or driving home from Amy’s. I am missing these phone conversations sharing our lives. our concerns , our faith and laughter. Always my little brother now at peace.    ~ Karen
June 23, 2021
June 23, 2021
Frank always filled every room with his positive energy. Frank was previously engaged to our mother, Denver. Sadly, she passed away from lung cancer before they were able to wed. After she passed, Frank was a beacon of light in our lives. He helped us through the toughest part of our lives and gave us that positive energy we needed to make it through. We are so grateful to have had Frank in our lives and we will miss him dearly. - The Priebe girls
June 23, 2021
June 23, 2021
I knew Frank through my mom Nancy. They were so good together. He was so thoughtful and he always had a pun, joke, or great story to tell. He took time to get to know everyone in my family with one on one conversation and he remembered the things we said. He would spend time with us, maybe teaching us a magic trick, sharing a song, playing a game, or just chatting. What a pleasure to be around him. I am most grateful, though, for the love and care he showed my mom. I’m so grateful that they met through difficult circumstances. Who would’ve thought that cardio-rehab was a dating scene? Frank did! He made the most out of it. I’m forever thankful for him and the joy he brought my mom during the time they spent together.
June 23, 2021
June 23, 2021
As we grow older I think we have tendencies to shy away from new friendships. It is easy to stay in our comfort level of what we know and who we know. When I started hearing about Frank from Nancy a few years back I was happy for her but not overly eager to make a new friend. That changed as soon as I met him. He was one of the most genuine men I had the pleasure of meeting. Whenever we would sit down together he made whomever he was speaking with the most important person in the room. I quickly found myself looking forward to speaking with Frank and sharing stories and interests. He went out of his way to connect with young and old. Although he was in my life a few short years, he will be remembered forever. His kindness in how he treated people will be the legacy I will strive to honor for him. Much love Frank.
June 20, 2021
June 20, 2021
I recall hearing about Frank well before he and my Mom started spending time together when they met during their cardio rehab. He seemed like a good guy from what I heard from her about him and that turned out to be so very true. It had been some time since my Mom had gone out with anyone and I knew Frank was someone special by the thought he put into every date they went on. From comedy clubs to movie nights he helped bring energy and life into my Mom’s life and I’ll always love him for that. Although he is gone, I will remember him fondly and be grateful for the short time we knew him.
June 16, 2021
June 16, 2021
Nancy- This story is for YOU❤️ Amy always shared everything with me but she had neglected to mention that her dad was dating. I was out to dinner with my family in the Parkwest Shopping Center when I saw Frank with a woman laughing and carrying on like a giddy teenager in love! I hit the floor like a sniper. I had to get a clear view of what was going on without being spotted.  Then I immediately called Amy!  That's when she FINALLY told me her dad had met someone who really brought him joy and made him feel like a kid again
June 16, 2021
June 16, 2021
Back in 2016 one weekday evening, my path crossed with Frank at Harris Teeter and Sammi happened to be with me. He asked us if Sammi played sports and when we mentioned she played softball and liked pitching, his eyes lit up. He graciously offered to help her out and was an amazing pitching coach. He also helped out on several teams she played on and was always looking to help others. Sammi would not have been the pitcher she is today if it weren't for Frank - I believe God put him in our path.

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June 27, 2021
June 27, 2021
I first met Frank in the late 1990s. I recall that he attended a Christmas party at a relative’s house. He fit in so well and had the wonderful skill of talking easily with everyone who he met. I feel very fortunate to have been able to spend many holidays and get togethers with him. I always knew when he arrived he would have a story or a joke to share. He was my favorite person to cook for - he savored every bite. I also enjoyed playing Christmas carols on the piano and listening to him sing. He had a beautiful voice. He was very kind, a great listener, a talented musician, devoted father and grandfather. It makes me very sad that he has left us so soon. I will miss him very much.
June 27, 2021
June 27, 2021
I knew Frank through my grandmother (Nancy Breary), but he was more than my grandmother's date to me (when I had met him). Even though I had only interacted with him occasionally, he quickly grew on me, as he did with all that he met.
He listened to me, got to know me, and went out of his way to talk about, 'forward', and relate to things that I was interested in.
Now, everyone who knew him can/could testify that he made and told the world's best worst/bad jokes, 'puns', 'dad jokes'
-and while he had likely gone through the worst of his life before he had passed, he went through it with people who loved him, and what was hopefully the best in his life, and he knew that.
With no intention to be sentimental, this may strike some as the most generic and common thing that such a unique person could put accurate definition in the term and phrase: 'he was a great guy'. He just really was very kind, thoughtful, funny, interesting, intelligent, and a good person, et-cetera ('et cetera' being other people's positive thoughts about/on Frank).
I only really knew of him for a short 3 years and he ended up being a great/large figure in my life and many other people's lives in the same 3 years.
Whether it is reading these stories about Frank, going to his celebration of life, or just reminiscing over memories of him, it all may provide closure and comfort to those who do so, but it is also so much more than that. He left a mark on many, he influenced so many lives and was a truly 'down-to-Earth man'.
I cannot even think of one story to say and share about/on Frank that would correctly describe the moment and his legacy unless you were there.
He leaves the world a better place from his presence in it and he took his own time and effort to do so.

-in loving memory of Franklin Freimund
-Ryan Jones
June 27, 2021
June 27, 2021
When I think of Frank I smile… from the heart. I will always treasure the many wonderful and fun times we spent together, both in the U.S. and in Australia. I miss his smile, his laugh, and the energy and brightness he brought to my life.

From the moment I met Greg’s “Uncle Butch” he made me feel welcome, safe, comfortable, cared for, and supported. He accepted and loved me for me, and I so loved him for that. He not only made me feel like part of the family from day one, but an important and valued part of the family. He put so much of his heart and soul into making others feel positive and comfortable just being in their own shoes. He loved to share with, and provide for, others. From sharing a pizza through to a bible verse or song that really meant something to him. From providing a warm hello hug through to providing a roof over your head – for as long as you needed. I always felt “at home”, in his home, even when so far away from my Aussie home and family. 

Butch was one of the best storytellers and entertainers I have and will ever come across. He made me laugh and cry (often at the same time) on countless occasions. I will never forget the sight of Butch, at the Michigan Medieval Fair, eating the most gigantic turkey leg I have ever seen, and posing for photos with a massive grin on his face. When in Australia a few years ago, his insistence on beating the record for “the most shows seen in an Adelaide Fringe Festival season” was truly legendary. He completely exhausted himself in the process but got there in the end.

Butch loved to laugh at the way I said the word “no” in my Aussie accent, swearing that I was, in fact, saying “noi”. He’d often ask me to repeat it over and over, giggling away as I did. Butch’s constant hunt for the best “insert meal or dessert type here” was hilarious. Greg warned me before we arrived in the U.S., but I really didn’t know what I was in for. Butch introduced me to one of his favorites - Jet’s Pizza. Let’s just say I could hardly fit into my jeans when we continued on our travels 6 weeks’ later.

Butch had a very similar dry sense of humor to Greg and me. He completely cracked us up on many an occasion. One of the first things I remember was Butch eagerly playing us recordings of Bob and Tom skits, and the three of us instantly breaking into hysterical laughter (which continued on for a very long time). The “Dear Santa” skit was brilliant. I loved being a regular at the Butch and Greg comedy show that would often eventuate from razzing each other up, or one of them making an astute and/or witty comment or observation (about literally anything and everything). It was an absolute joy to observe, first-hand, the constant banter that went on between the two of them, that could quickly and easily switch to a very deep conversation about philosophy or politics. Butch was always so creative and imaginative, especially when setting up silly or hypothetical situations. Stories created to support the next-door neighbor’s claim that the local mole was, in fact, "Frank’s mole", remain to be some of my favorites.

Butch made generic interactions and experiences so much more personal and special. From making the effort to introduce himself to, and find out the name of, everyone he met (even the person serving fast food at a festival), to the little rub on the back he’d give you as you were just standing around chatting in a group (Butch’s sister/Greg’s Mom, Karen, also does this without even thinking).

Butch made my world feel better and brighter. What a beautiful and amazing man he was. I am so very blessed to have spent such special times together and I miss him dearly.

Sending love and hugs to all.

Kellie (Kel) xx
His Life

Obituary

June 9, 2021
Franklin William Freimund passed away peacefully with his loving family by his side on April 20, 2021 at the age of 75 in Cary, North Carolina.  Frank was born in Steven’s Point Wisconsin to Frank Louis Freimund and Erna Kebelowski.  He is survived by his fiancé, Nancy; daughter, Amy; his three grandchildren, Ryan, Emma & Leah; his two sisters, Marilyn & Karen; and many cousins, nieces and nephews.  

Frank was also known by many as “Butch”. He got this nickname as a young boy and it stuck with him through his entire life.  In fact, many of his family members only knew him as “Butch” and didn’t know his actual name was Frank!  

Frank’s first love was baseball.  He played during his younger years but would later take up coaching when Amy started to play softball at age 8.  He dedicated himself to learning as much as he could about the game of fastpitch softball and was still coaching and sharing his extensive knowledge with players at Mills Park Middle School and Panther Creek High School in Cary, NC up until the age of 73.  His players adored him and he was so proud of them.  Helping them grow as athletes brought great joy and purpose to his life. 

Frank was also passionate about music and was a very talented musician.  He wrote, sang, played piano, guitar, and drums.  He joined his first band as a drummer at age 17 and played in many different bands up until about 1980 (Cecil, Dream, and Star Kiss to name a few).  Frank and a few buddies formed his most successful band, The Bishops, while at Michigan State in 1966.  They did a few appearances at The Peppermint Lounge in NYC, once setting the record for attendance outdrawing Joey Dee and The Starlighters (an old house band from the early 60’s).  For their last appearance at the Lounge, the Box Tops followed them – best known for “Give Me A Ticket For An Airplane”.

Frank had a wonderful sense of humor and tried to make people laugh everywhere he went.  When asked for a name for a food order, he would reply “Well ok, don’t you like yours?”, or he would give them a random name “how about Bob?” and when they would call out “Bob’s” order he would forget that was the name he gave.  When leaving a recent chemo appointment, the receptionist said she was going to check him out.  He replied “Well, ok but won’t your husband be jealous?” and he proceeded to put his arms up and turn in a circle while posing.  Sometimes his jokes did not go over so well, however.  Like when he went to the eye doctor for a check- up.  They had dilated his eyes and he pretended to walk right into a wall and bang his head on the way out of the office. They were not laughing as they rushed over to make sure he was ok! 

Frank truly made this world a much better place by spreading joy, kindness and laughter everywhere he went.  He was also an extremely generous and giving man who would do anything to help a friend or family member and he will be missed dearly.   We cherish our memories of this amazing and wonderful man and the loving father, grandfather, fiancé, brother and friend he was.  We find comfort and peace in knowing he is in Heaven where there is no pain, sadness or suffering.  We look forward to seeing him again someday.    

A celebration of life will be held on June 27th, 2021, at Bass Lake Park, 900 Bass Lake Drive, Holly Springs, NC from 3:30-6 pm.  Please join us in person if you are able.  Here is a link to the optional virtual gathering from 5-5:40 the same day via Zoom: Frank Freimund Celebration of Life

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Spicy Bean Dip

June 27, 2021
Every time I think of Frank, the first image that comes to mind is the 'spicy' bean dip.  It was a family gathering, and Amy had brought a homemade a bean dip.  Frank asked if it was spicy, and was told it was not.  Frank tried it, and it was mere seconds before his forehead started beading with sweat.  He yelled out, "You said this wasn't spicy", and Amy was "It's not".  Frank hovered over the sink and kept refilling his water glass, while his face got redder and redder...yet during all this, he managed to keep making jokes and giving Amy a hard time about the spice.  For the record, the rest of us had the dip, and all declared that it was NOT spicy, but that it might have had the teensy-tiniest bit of a little kick to it.  
Enjoy Heaven, Cousin Frank....and stay away from the bean dip!

My fondest memory of Frank

June 22, 2021
Hello everyone,
I wanted to share one of my favorite memories of Frank with you all. Let me introduce myself, my name is Kristen and I am Amy’s half sister. We have the same mom, but different father’s. Amy would spend the summers in California with us ( mom, my dad and sister Melody). Frank would call Amy over the summer to check in and have chats to see how her visit was going. Sometimes I would answer the phone and Frank would pretend that he was Peter Pan and of course being the gullible 7 year old I totally believed him :)  He would always pretend to be a different character when he called. Sometimes it was Peter Pan, Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck! He did a great job impersonating the voices:)
Now that I’m an adult I look back and realize that he truly cared for me and my sister Melody. Even though we weren’t his biological kids he knew how important it was for Amy to have a relationship with her sisters. He wanted melody and I to like him, and we sure did! Frank always made sure that Melody and I were included, and that we could talk to him about anything. He will be missed,but his memory will live on! We love you Frank!

Un-Engagement

June 19, 2021
Hope Nancy is ok with me posting this story, but it is one of my favorites!  

My dad met Nancy after his heart attack in Cardio Rehab. She worked there as one of the volunteers.  The first time he asked her out, she didn't even respond and just walked away.  She later told me she was so flustered as she had not been on a date in some time.  She didn't know what to say!  She eventually said yes to coffee and so began their love story :) 

When I first met Nancy I told my dad he had finally met his match!  Her sense of humor was completely in-line with his and she always had a comeback for him.  They were amazing together and I have never seen my dad so happy as when he was with Nancy (insert heart emoji here). 

They had both agreed that marriage was not something they were interested in doing again, but were totally committed to each other.  So my dad proceeded to purchase her an "Un-Engagement" Ring and got down on one knee and asked her to "never" marry him!  She wears the ring to this day and never takes it off.  I just loved their relationship...so open, honest, fun and very very very special.  I love you Nancy - thanks for making my dad so happy!  

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