Dad, Grandpa, Franky, Frank. By any name, he was amazing and beyond description. And as cliche’ as that might sound from someone standing up here, I assure you it isn’t an oversimplified attempt at describing him through my grief. I would say these things as if I was talking to him while sitting on the porch smoking a cigar.
Dad, you have shown me the values needed to not only live a full and happy life, but to make sure those around me do too. You taught me how to see the wonders of the world with a perspective and enthusiasm usually only reserved for children. You’ve shown me how to stand strong in my belief while being willing to listen. You’ve shown me how to protect and respect those I love while learning to love others. And you have given me the tools to overcome the simplest challenges, like hanging a picture straight, to more difficult ones like fixing a carburetor on a 78 Buick LeSabre. And though you’re not here to show me any more, you have given me the foundation from which I can always learn more from you. But most importantly, you have shown me it is now my time to carry these lessons on. In fact, it is time for all of us to carry them on.
It may take everyone in this church to remember the countless ways you were great and the things you taught but from this you will forever be sorely missed, but most definitely not forgotten.
I love you Dad and will miss you with every breath I take. And whenever I do join you, I will be bringing a box of cubans, so I hope there’s a smoking section in Heaven. I love you Dad.