Francis-Powers-Obituary

Francis H. Powers

New York, New York

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Francis H. Powers, "Frank" of Todt Hill on June 22, 2008. Adoring husband of Dianne. Proud father of John, "JC", Douglas, Brian Devlin, Kathleen, Kelly Ann, Robert John and Francis Michael. Cherished grandfather of Angelina, Eamonn, Anthony, Rory, Annie, Alex, Abby, John Sebastian and Maria...

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Uncle Francis you are surely missed. May you rest in peace.

Uncle Francis you will be missed by me forever

Dear Diane and family,
As we remember Frank we mostly laugh about the great times and I think Frank would like that. But as I think of him daily, I think of how I grew up with Frank. He was a true friend and a great mentor. I miss him.

I have fond memories of the time I served on the board of the S.I. Museum with you Diane and Frank. Several times Frank gave me a ride home which was out of his way. He was a remarkable man and an exceedingly kind one Roger McClanahan

June 27, 2008
Dear Dianne,
I was very sorry to hear about Frank. I have very fond memories of the time that I spent with all of you. I will keep you and your family in my prayers.
Love,

Dianne and Family,
My heartfelt condolences to all the Powers Family. I am sorry I was unable to get there to pay my respects, but please know that you are all in my prayers.

One of my first impressions of Mr. Powers was his car. Not just just the car in general but the license plate.
Mind you I'm not a sports fan, so bear with me and imagine my confusion when I read "He Is Man".

It took me some time to realize that the plate referred to the coveted NFL award, however at this time I prefer my interpretation.

Not only was Mr Powers Man, but he was a great man, a generous man, a kind, funny and honorable man.

The plate stands for one thing;...

"To be the Best". I remember one of many evenings at the "old" Staten Island house hanging out with J. upstairs, and briefly running into Mr. Powers, who, without even thinking about it made a midnight snack for us. While he was cooking, he told me, in his tongue-and-cheek way of making light of himself, about what it meant to be the best. It was a speech I fondly remember. In many ways, he truly was.

There is no way I could begin to thank him for the friendship he has shown over...

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.