When Frankie graduated from the Academy on November 4‚ 1999‚ Commissioner Von Essen spoke of how firefighting had changed from just fighting fires to bomb threats and terrorist activity. How prophetic were those words.
When my grandchildren study history in school‚ they’ll learn of the horrific event of September 11th and they will be able to tell their classmates that their uncle Frankie became a hero that day. But to his family‚ his father‚ brothers‚ sister and myself‚ he was so much more than that. He was a boy who grew into a very handsome‚ well-groomed man with a love of life‚ home and family. Whatever he set out to do‚ he mastered to the point of perfection. He was a friend who could be relied upon any day‚ any time. He was a quick wit with a great sense of humor and a beautiful smile. He also took his responsibilities very seriously and was easily annoyed by those who didn’t.
He had a passion for good food‚ skiing‚ hunting‚ boating‚ playing billiards‚ and especially‚ riding his ‘Harley.’
The word ‘closure’ is being used daily with every memorial or funeral. For us‚ there will never be ‘closure.’ The void in this family and hole in our hearts will be there forever. If there is any consolation‚ it is that he died doing what he loved most-being a firefighter.
May God Bless our Frankie and God Bless America!