The passing of an icon

 

He didn’t have an army followers on the fairways or a country to create and lead. He was soft-spoken and unassuming but always smiling. He led by example, never asking you to do something that he wouldn’t be willing to do himself. You couldn’t tell him no, he knew you could before he asked. He knew your name before you knew his. A handshake from him came with two hands, a friendly firm grasp for as long as it took. Yes the world lost several icons this week, my church and community did as well.

Frank was already retired before I joined the church thirty years ago. It is hard for a twenty-five year old to estimate the age of anyone over fifty but even back then this old retired guy had more energy than most men half his age. He transitioned smoothly, seamlessly from businessman to volunteer. He saw hole he filled it, he saw a need he created a program, and when he needed help he asked, in a calm soft voice staring at you with piercing blue eyes and a tight grip on your hand. You simply COULD NOT tell Frank no.

There are thousands of Frank’s in thousands of churches and communities all over this great country. People who care, love, cry and comfort all of us. Their mission is making the world a better place one life at a time. We lost an icon this week. His time here was simply over. But his spirit remains in the hearts of those lives that he touched. My heart is one of those.

 

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About ends and beginnings blog

I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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4 Responses to The passing of an icon

  1. Belinda O says:

    I’m sorry for your loss, and this tribute is one many of us should take note of and consider the Franks in our life with thanks and a hug.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. So true! There are so many people like Frank. May he Rest In Peace.

    Liked by 1 person

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