Frank learning how to fix his car with his Dad
Frank is with his 2 Grandma's in Heaven...His 2 Grandpa's too ! I hope they found him....and his Aunt Carole, so I know he is not alone...
Everything I think of in my life one way or another leads back to a memory of my brother. We are 16 months apart - we did everything together, as kids, when it was time buy trail blazers my parents had to buy two, when it was time buy bikes my parents had to buy two - when it was time to be a clown our mother had to make two costumes, if one of us would lie the other one would swear to it! We couldn't have been more different, yet so alike, we were cut out of the same cloth except he is a boy (man) and I am a girl. For all of you who may remember anytime anyone had something to say to my brother before he even had a chance to open his mouth, I spoke for him and it stayed that way until I was nearly 30 years old - finally, someone had something to say to me, Frank picked that man up off the floor by his face and told him to stay away from his sister. At that moment I realized he had always been able to defend himself, I just never gave him a chance. I later learned that, by being so protective of him it didn't make him angry - he just knew how much I loved him. As I have always been so certain how much he loved me.
When Frank worked for Cablevision and they had a contest, he won, he won a weekend trip for 2 to Manhatten for the weekend, to stay at the Marriot Marque, go to Caroline's Comedy Shop,a live taping of Saturday Night Live, dinner at Carmine's, Limo service, you get the picture. Anyway, out of all his friends he brought me. I cannot explain how thrilled and honored that made me. Nor could I explain the amazing time we had.
Almost everything we ever did together was an amazing time.
I miss my brother so much, yet I feel so lucky and so blessed to have a million awesome memories of all our time together.
God Bless you my brother - and God has Blessed me through you.
Someone from Frank's old Job wrote this and gave it to me..
so I am sharing it. this girl certainly knew My Son !!
A Tribute to Frank
1. His laugh - either you liked it or hated it. if you hated it you wanted to gagg him. if you loked it, it made you want to laugh with him without knowing why.
2. his unmistakable sarcasm. His one liners were like no other, He was a wiseass to the core !
3. His sincerity, he didn't say something unless he really meant it.
4. His strong belief in honesty and fair play.
5. His eyes told all. You would look at him and know exactly what he was thinking and usually it was something hilarious.
HE WILL BE MISSED !!!!
Frankie loved Miss Citrano his very first teacher in Montessori School
