Stanley D Murray
I guess the last time I saw Frank was around last Oct. Cathie and I and he and Linda shared a pizza together in the new home they had just begun to settle into. We knew Frank was not well but we didn’t know he was so close to the end. He was my friend and I always enjoyed the times we spent together. He was a bungling curmudgeon who always brought laughter instead of ill-temper into the conversation. I rejoice that he’s defeated the final enemy and is with the Lord in glory but God knows I’ll miss him.