Frank is one of my personal heroes. I sometimes refer to him as Saint Francis. Over the years he has overcome great adversity with compassion, grace, patience and forgiveness. Can he be a bit stubborn? Yep, I know it well and so can I, lol. He says he is tight with money. Well, at least he knows himself and admits it (I can be just the opposite, lol). He is one of the most brilliantly mechanical and creative people I know. Above all, I know I can call on him at the drop of the hat for a shoulder to cry on or assistance of any kind.
We are thirteen months apart, which according to some definitions makes us ‘Irish twins’. I often thought of us as twins. Although we are opposites in some ways, we share many common traits. We even looked like fraternal twins. Reflecting back on our childhood, I can say we both were pretty active kids, running amuck through our neighbourhoods.
Our poor mother had her hands full trying to track us both, me on foot, Frank on his tricycle and eventually a two-wheeler. There are a number of stories of Frank disappearing on his bike. My mother would find him in areas that seemed impossible for him to have safely travelled. When she asked him how he managed to get down a long set of stairs or over a fence, he’d respond, “It’s easy I just threw my bike down the stairs or over the fence, then I’d walk to the bike and hop back on.” Frank didn’t know boundaries but he did know adventure! Today he doesn’t ride a bike but sails the ocean looking for new escapades.