Samantha Kendrick
I will truly miss Frank. He was like another father to me. While I have quite a few memories, two keep replaying in my head these last couple of weeks. One, when I was a teenager (some 30 years ago now), I was eating dinner at their house and the salad had large lettuce leaves in it. I was embarrassed as I struggled to eat it - so I made a nervous comment about how incredibly big the leaves were and "don't you just hate it when it comes like that from the store". Frank, calmly smiled and looked at me and said, "I made the salad". The dinner table was a little quiet after that! It was our running joke from then on. Second, much older and not that long ago, we celebrated Ash Wednesday together and received our ashes outside a nearby Starbucks. We then sat and enjoyed great conversation, me with my coffee, and yes, he with that 140 F hot cocoa. I will forever be grateful for Frank's welcoming love, a genuine mix of that Utica and Italian spirit, and rooted faith. Prayers and thoughts to your sons and daughters, Frank, who you dearly cherished and they you.
