Watching the doctors pull the plug, remove life support, turn off the machines, however you wish to say it, is never easy. I watched as the doctors pulled the life support from a man tonight, who's son I count as one of my closest and best friends.
I've known Frank for close to 6 years now if not a bit longer. I've met his dad only a few times in the last couple or three years. What I can say about this man, is that I've never heard anyone speak an ill word of him. I've only heard great things about him. Every time I meet him, I can't help but smile, and he usually always says something to give me a laugh. You can see the kindness in his blue eyes. The kind of eyes that you know are connected to a smile. I can see the same look in his son's eyes, and even in his son's son's eyes. I'm glad it continues through the generations.
Sometimes you meet a person, and then you meet their family, and you realize this person may be the only good person out of the entire family. This is not the case with my friend Frank. Every single member of his family that I've met would do whatever they can for you, and do it with a smile. I like people like that.
It's sad that we have to see Mr. Frank leave this world, but it's something we all have to face some time. It doesn't make it any easier. We weep, we mourn for the loss. We try to find the way to turn that in to rejoice for a person's life, and happiness that they are going home. Then comes the grief. We always miss those we lose. Through time, we heal, we try to move on, but we never forget, and we do our best to keep that in our hearts, along with the great memories of those who move on.
To you, Mr. Frank, I'm thankful that I had the opportunity to meet you, and to hear some of the many stories of your life. Whether it's teaching your children how to be good men and women, whether it's teaching young boys how to be good scouts and learn the right ways of growing up and surviving, or whether it's just relaxing around the house, watching TV and talking about coins or watching Frank and myself try not to tear up walls while installing your new shower, I've got my share of memories of you, and you've definitely made a mark on the world. My only regret is that I didn't know you longer, or get to know you better.
Goodbye good sir, and may God bring you home swiftly.
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