Frank was an extraordinarily happy man. He loved everything about life. For him, everything was an adventure: friendships, trips to some very odd places, golf, the everyday tasks and challenges of life, even chemotherapy.
He was devoted to the host of abandoned, sick and wounded animals that have populated our home almost as deeply as he was devoted to his large, extended family, and his two boys and their little ones. His capacity for love really knew no limits.
As soon as he was old enough for his feet to reach the pedals, Frank would drive his father’s tractor to the airport after school to watch the planes and became a wonderful pilot and mechanic, able to take apart and fix just about anything. He was a terrific chef who turned ordinary recipes into spectacularly original meals, just as he turned his mechanical and analytical skills into an amazing career in building. The reason I mention both of these together is they often dovetailed, as most of his clients in the building business became friends and spent many evenings around our dinner table, sampling his kitchen adventures. The fact that so many of his clients became such dear and loyal friends is a tribute to his honesty, his creativity, his integrity, his skills, and his choice of wonderful clients.
Frank loved and has left behind his family, more dear friends than any of us can count, and his wife, for whom he was and always will be, absolutely everything.
Four's Flights 