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April 17, 2014
Stories of High School with Harry have been told and retold at Sylvester gatherings over the years. A true friend and consumate gentleman is fondly remembered. Please keep in touch.
April 17, 2014
Mary, while I haven't seen you since 1968 and I didn't know Harry I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for your loss. If the words of others is any indication, he was a great guy.
April 17, 2014
It's taken me a while to think of what to say to all of you. I know there are no words that I can say that will make this easier on any of you. You have all endured so much as a family and your faith has been tested over and over again. The stories I've heard of how you have all come together as a family and persevered through all of it is inspirational to all of us. They joy I've seen in all of the family pictures is wonderful and I always love seeing them. I know your are all in great pain right now and have a huge gap in all your lives. They say we are never given more than we can handle, and maybe that's true but I know there are times when we all question that. I hope your faith will keep you strong through this sad time and your love for eachother will keep you together and help you heal. Know there are many of us that have you in our thoughts and prayers. I'm sure Harry is watching over you all with so many others we have lost. I truly believe that... Love being sent from Connecticut
April 17, 2014
I am very fortunate to be part of this family. When I met Mr. Frank (he always told me to call him Harry but out of respect I sometimes couldn't) Anyway, when I first met him and the rest of the family, Jonathan and I were dating and I had a son that was just 2 years old. Harry and Mary (as well as the entire Frank clan) accepted Alexander as their own grandchild/nephew just as Jonathan accepted Alex as his own. I truly will believe forever that you do NOT need DNA to be family.

I loved laughing with Harry and just hearing him tell stories from the past. The most recent visit in October of 2013 was a very special one. We stood in the kitchen and flipped through albums of the great trips that he took his family on and he told me about every one of them. I LOVED watching him reminisce of those wonderful times. His favorite was the trip to Israel. We sat there and listened to Jonathan play the piano and I swear he had tears in his eyes from the joy to hear and see his son play so brilliantly.

Jacob Stanley Frank was named Harry's Father; Stanley and I believe he loved that! I will always envision in my mind when Jacob would see him and just wave to him and run up to him and just hug his leg. I loved learning about what a great soul he was and wished I knew him longer BUT what I knew of him was extra special to me.

My heart will always be heavy for the family but I know that he will ALWAYS be everyone's angel and his great memory will live on forever.
We love you!
Ana, Jacob and Alexander
April 16, 2014
Loving, incredibly funny, intelligent, well-rounded, compassionate, determined, genuine, appreciative, and kind. These are the words that come to mind when I think of my beautiful dad.

My dad, known as Pappy to his grandchildren, was so soft-hearted and loving. He would look forward to Nolan and Isla coming over each morning and loved starting his day with them. Dad would take Nolan on bike rides with Nathaniel and Munson and go to lunch and later he'd report to me the funny or special conversations they had. Dad loved teaching Nolan. He would sit with Nolan on his lap, and teach him his ABCs, shapes, colors, and about the planets using youtube videos and apps on his ipad. After preschool, my dad would watch Little Einstein with Nolan and talk about all of the music, the composers, and the instruments used during the show. Dad would talk to Isla and keep her company each day while she played in her playpen. I loved watching his face as he interacted with my kids, his grandchildren. It was this look of pure joy, appreciation, and love for them. His happiness was overflowing.

He was so special. He used to take me to Children's Place as a kid to go clothes shopping and he got such pleasure having this special time with me. He loved Valentine's Day. He would pick out a stylish purse or sweater each year and he would be so excited to give Mom, Shannon and I our presents, many times blurting out what it was before we opened it.

Dad always showed his deep love for my mom. Every birthday, anniversary, and Valentine card was carefully thought out and so meaningful. My dad cared so much about what was written on a card for my mom. He would draft it out on his notepad and then transfer it to the card once he perfected what he wanted to say. Dad loved watching mom smile as she would read his loving words.

Dad was clever about making you think you had options. In middle school, I told him I wanted a phone in my room. We were riding in the car and he said that if I could guess the composer of the classical piece that was playing, he'd get me a phone. I guessed correctly. Dad was so surprised and proud of me for knowing the musician. I'm still waiting for that phone.

He asked me at 13 years old, “For your Bat Mitzvah, do you want a party that will last one day or a 10 day family trip to Israel?” Being 13, I said, “A party!” I am so thankful he made the final decision. I just recently told my dad how our trip to Israel was wonderful, but the most special part was preparing for it with him, lying on my rug in my bedroom next to him, memorizing prayer after prayer, using endless tapes. Dad would just lie there with me and listen as I practiced and just having that time with him was perfect.

My dad taught me how to love every second of life. Dad was always taking videos and pictures of us growing up. Once I had kids of my own, I would tell him an endearing story about something Nolan said, and my dad would say, “Write it down, Melissa. You will forget it so write it down.” Whenever Nolan was rambling on about this and that, my dad would just smile and be so amused and delighted to listen. He would say, “Melissa, you need to record this. You want to capture his voice as it is right now.” I promise to always follow this precious advice.

Dad recently attended Nolan's very first teeball game. He was so excited to watch his grandson play baseball. He strategized the best way to walk to the field where Nolan was playing in order to get the best view. My dad loved every second of Nolan's game, laughing, smiling, and cheering the whole time. Later that night, Dad sent me an email as we always did with each other, and he wrote the following: “We had a special time tonight. Nolan is a character and he really likes mixing up with his teammates. I am sure glad to have a chance to witness my grandson playing baseball, along with the family too. I love you.” Dad never took a moment for granted and I will carry out his way of living life.

I was blessed for 32 years with the most special father. I know he lives on through me, my mom, all of my siblings and my children, along with everyone he touched.

Nolan said to me the other morning, “Pappy is up in the sky with the twinkle stars.”

Dad, I love you to the moon and back and always will.
April 16, 2014
“Here's to swimming with bow-legged women.” My dad inserted that quote into a game of charades at Fourth Lake, many moons ago…so why not start there. He'd like it.

I remember, as the tide went out, my dad would take me about a ¼ up the beach, on Cape Cod Bay, til we reached the outflow point of little stream. That's where we would start digging for clams. He taught me how to find the little holes in the sand, dig in with my hand, and scoop out the poor sleeping mollusks. We'd do this until our bucket was full and we had the best appetizer two guys could ever hope for. They were always delicious….in their own weird clammy kinda way. Totally delicious. Clearly this is a fond memory that I will have with me forever.

I remember one Saturday morning in the spring….. I was 8……Baseball practice. My dad was there. Practice was wrapping up. For some reason, the coach decided to have my dad go to bat before we all left. What happened next exhilarates me to this day. He proceeded to hit one over all of the outfielders and almost to the school. Pretty cool. Next pitch. Same thing. Next pitch. Bam. Same thing. Next pitch. Over their heads…again. The other kids went from bored and distracted little boys who wanted to go home to guys who were awe-inspired and just excited to track down the remnants of another home run. My dad probably hit about 20 of these in a row. Very impressive. But more important than anything.....any questions I had about who I was in this world and how I compared to the other boys my age, were answered with one simple thought. My dad is Babe Ruth……My dad is Babe Ruth.

On a cold night in 1986, me, Nathaniel, and my dad woke up at 4:30 in the morning, loaded up in the car with another couple of dads and their kids and drove to hill in town. The men decided which direction was east north-east and they broke out the binoculars. We passed them around, each person taking turns looking at a blurry thing that resembled nothing like the glorious pictures I'd seen of Halley's Comet. Next time, we'll bring a telescope, but thank you Dad, for taking us out to see it. It certainly was the thought that counts.

My dad took me to every worthwhile fish store and baseball card store in the state of Maryland, and sometimes on vacations. We scoured the state for good tree farms, brought plants back from Long Island and Cape Cod. We ordered them from Michigan. It was his passion to promote mine.

In the summer of 1991, my dad took me on an extensive tour of the southeast colleges and universities. We went to about 15 different schools from North Carolina to Florida. We stopped in Athens, Georgia twice…because I asked. He put forth more effort helping me find a college that I would like to go to, than I ever did attaining the grades entailed with attending most of these places. He certainly did his part.

I find myself quoting my father all the time and referring to things he told me when talking to people, everywhere. I've told people that, when I was younger, my conscience was his voice, when contemplating things of importance. I picked a chicken pock on my eyebrow so I'd have a scar just like his. He was shocked when I told him that.

Through thick and thin, I've always known, though he and I had our differences, that he was a great man. He only wanted to succeed and provide for his family. And that's exactly what he did. I, along with my family, will love him forever because of this and who he was. It was never lost on any of us.
April 14, 2014
Dear Mary and all the family - Jim and I were shocked and saddened to hear the news of Harry. Although we did not know him well, we knew how wonderful a man he was and how kind and thoughtful and inspiring in his battle to come back from his illness years ago.. amazing person and what a lovely and supportive family he had indeed. We are thinking of all of you at this time and send our love and sympathy to this beautiful family. Love, The Shallecks - Jim and Sheila and family
April 09, 2014
Dear Mary and Family
I was so very sorry to hear of Harry's passing. He was still such a young man. He was a colleague of mine as well as a golfing buddy; but most important, he was a very dear friend. He was a devoted husband and father. He was a knowledgable, caring doctor to his dental patients. He was a true professional who stood at the forefront of his chosen profession. It is hard for me to bear the fact that I am using the past tense about my dear friend, Harry.
Harry will be sorely missed; but never forgotten.
Rest in peace, my friend: rest in peace!
Jack Frensilli
April 09, 2014
My deepest sympathies, may he rest in eternal peace.
April 09, 2014
Dearest Mary and family. We were deeply saddened to hear of the loss of Harry, such a dear sweet kind man. Our thoughts and prayers go out to you all and we wish you long and healthy lives.
Nick and Carol Hillman
We are out of town but will be in touch upon return.

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