When I was little he promised me he would be here as I grew up. He was going to sit on the floor cleaning his guns when my new boyfriend walked through the front door to meet him. He was going to buy me my first car and teach me how to drive it. He was going to hold back his tears as he walked me down the isle, to show everyone he was a bad ass. I was his little girl and he was my daddy.

But today I sit alone. I will buy my own car and someone else will teach me how to drive it. My brother will walk me down the isle and my tears will be forgotten and ignored by my father. Instead of him crying that day because I will be growing up, I will be crying because of his absence. Shouldn't every girl get that last dance with their dad? His last hug wasn't savored. His last kiss unimportant, until 3 days later when I realized they were the last I would remember...

My dad was truly my hero. He always made me smile, even in the worst of times. When I would get in trouble for ignorant things he would never stay mad for more than 20 minutes. I guess that's what made us so close, we were always content with one another. At this time I am 15 years old, I wish I could say that I was older having spent more time with him, but I'm afraid fate cut him off from me in May. I miss him dearly and I would give truly anything to just hold his hand through the store one more time, or hide under his trench coat in the pouring rain...

He has two children that miss him more than life itself... Two children who would give up everything they have for just one more kiss goodnight from their father.

~dominique

This site is dedicated to the memory of my brother Frank. It is my hope that this site will allow you to get a glimpse of how very special and unique he was.

The photo on this page was taken at the local "Toys for Tots" toy run in Richmond Hill, NY. He enjoyed being a part of this annual tradition. He loved his Harley.

When I first put this site up, I wrote some of my own personal memories here as a way to heal. Now that there are entries in the guest book, I hope that you will take the time to read some of them and see how Frankie touched some of the people that knew him. This site gets updated from time to time, so please check back here.

Since his death, I have heard from several of Frankie's old friends. The stories his friends shared have one thing in common - how he made them smile and laugh. Frankie had a way of lighting up a room with his smile and sense of humor. He was so much fun to be around. He had a way of putting people at ease and making us feel good when we were around him. I will always wonder if he knew how loved and admired he was.

I will always be grateful to him for helping me get through some of my most difficult times while we were growing up together. I am also grateful to him for introducing me to my husband. Having his "seal of approval" meant a lot to me. In turn, my husband and I were there for him as well. He confided in us when he was having problems at "home" and needed someone to talk to. He knew we were always there for him when ever he needed us. Things were rough for him and I am happy that he is finally at peace - I only wish there was a way he could have found that peace without leaving us.

I treasure my memories of all the years we shared. The "photo album" shows only a few times that I was fortunate enough to have captured on film.

Frankie is also survived by two children. Anyone who knew him knows how very much he loved his children. When ever he wrote to me, you could see how proud he was of them.

Please visit our guest book to share your thoughts and/or memories or just see what others have written.

For those of you who have signed the guest book - THANK YOU. Your kind words truly help us to get through those rough days.

This site also contains links to sites that were helpful to me regarding suicide, depression and support group information. Hopefully they will be helpful to some of you as well.

-Roe