Your memories of Bobby
Do you have memories of Bobby Frank you’d like to share? Add them below in your comments!
In Memory of Bobby Frank
On 10/3/08, an angel was created. True,
there were times he looked like a biker and
other times he looked like more like Santa Claus, but
make no mistake about it, Bobby Frank during
his life enabled thousands of children to
walk. "Angel" doesn't begin to describe him.
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Heroes for Children
October 10th, 2008 at 8:10 am
“This is a beautiful memorial for Bob and well deserved. I will always remember him as a giving, warm hearted man. My son in-law Chris Frank said that his father was his best friend, he had more fun with his father than with any friend, that say’s it all! He will be missed.”
Gloria Jansse
October 10th, 2008 at 9:15 am
I completely agree.
Barbara
October 10th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
For those of you who do not know me, I am William S. Smith Jr., aka William, Bill, Shag, Shaggy, or the Shaggy Dog. For those of you who do know me, enough said. Robert Arthur Frank, aka Bob, honey, daddy, dad, uncle Bob, Franco, and the giant jitter, (by his friends at Fairfield University). And most importantly, friend. With only one exception, that I know of, I have known Bob longer than anyone. (since the third grade at Franklin School)
To say that our friendship was instant is a gross misunderstatement. That friendship has more than stood the test of time. We went and did everything together. Bob’s parents were my parents, my parents were his parents. Bob and I were more like brothers than friends. Bob’s real brother Walt was my big brother too. Teaching, shareing and guiding us through our early years.
Bob and I went through grade school, high school, and part of college. One stayed in school and the other went off to the military, but our friendship never waivered. While Bob was at Fairfield he met a beautiful young lady who became his future wife, Sue. I was their best man at their wedding, and when I met my future wife Lisa, Bob was our best man. Childern followed and a move by Bob and Sue to Holmdel.
A few years later, fate once again stepped in and Lisa and I moved to Aberdeen, a short distance from Bob and Sue. There was racket ball on Wednesday nights, which we really enjoyed. A shared passion for boats also played an important part in our lives. Most of our early lives was spent aboard Bob’s parents boat the Seven Seas. Lisa and I later moved to Atlanta, due to a new job and then to Charlotte where we still live. Never during any of that time were we more than a phone call apart. There were always the trips to see each other and always plenty of laughs.
We shared the joy of the births of our children and the sorrow of the passing of brothers and parents. No greater love could there be between friends, and no greater sorrow could there be at the loss of that friend. Through fate’s guiding hand Lisa and I were there with Sue at Bob:s bedside when he was called home to a much better place. May lasting peace comfort you for all eternity.
Rest in peace my friend, rest in peace.
Shag
October 10th, 2008 at 3:02 pm
What a beautiful tribute! Thank you so much for sharing.
Barbara
October 20th, 2008 at 11:03 pm
Barbara, this site is a beautiful tribute to my dad, thank you.
My family would like to thank everyone who has come out to give us their support and show their love for my father. It makes us all smile to see how many people’s lives my father touched. Whether one knew him for years or met him one time, he left a positive impact. He never hesitated to take care of others before taking care of himself; his generosity was truly unmatched.
After 40 years of marriage, my parents loved each other as much as the first day they met. It was remarkable to people to see them together, still acting like newlyweds after all those years. By example, they taught my brother and I the true meaning of love and family.
I know my brother would agree that we never could have asked for a better father. Not only did he teach us how to treat others, but he taught us how to care, how to laugh and how to love. I only hope that I can be half the parent he was to my brother and I to my own son.
Daddy, I will miss you ever single day but I know when my time comes, you will be waiting for me with open arms and that warm hug that only you could give. I’m sure I’m not alone in thanking you for being in my life.
Dad truly made the world a better place for everyone that came in contact with him and now heaven has gained one hell of an angel.
There is a saying about leaving footprints as you travel through life. Daddy did leave footprints – big ones.
Daddy – You know who loves you!
October 21st, 2008 at 3:12 am
Hi Kim,
My pleasure - your dad is one in a million!
Barbara