He was there for Mica's baptism, occasionally he'd joined us for a cookout and he'd bring the kids tons of sugar, candy, ice cream of every flavor. I recall seeing him at Saturday or Sunday Mass regularly. But most of all he was there from a far, he was always one to respect others. He kept tabs of our family ups and downs and because of his spiritual faith he kept us near and dear to his heart and in his prayers. What more can we ask of a friend . . . prayer!
Rest in Peace!

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Sorry about your friend, Frank. Sounds like he was a very special person. Enjoyed all your posts. Love you.
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