Frank C. Bernini

My father, Tom Vititow, served aboard the USS Williard Keith in 1956-57. Frank and my Dad missed knowing each other by four years. My father died in 2004, and is buried at Saratoga National Cemetery in Saratoga, NY. I had his ship´s name placed on his headstone. All these years later, I´m glad that he is there, representing a ship and crew that included Frank. William Vititow Scotia, NY 5/14/25

Linda & I send our condolenses to Franks family. Frank was my first coach for the Western Mass Relics Senior Softball League. His first words to me were HAVE FUN. A nicer person you could not find. RIP our friend.

Frank, Maryanne, Bobbi, Nancy and Danny we are so sorry to hear about the loss of your dad, please know our thoughts and prayers are with you all during this difficult time. The Nilsson´s (Linda)

Frank was always polite and friendly to me at the 4:00 pm mass every Saturday at st Catherine is sienna. Rest in peace on heaven the 4 o'clock mass will miss you..butch

Frank was a wonderful and kind man. Frank was a friend of my Dad who was a former Relic player. John & I got to know him through the Relics. Frank would call John just to talk about things and to find out what was happening with the Relics. Frank also played Pickle Ball. RIP Frank.

I knew Frank from The Relics. He did always have smile on his face. He was a consummate gentleman and teammate. Thanks for helping to start The Relics and your positive influence on all. Rest in Peace.

We played pickleball with Frank at the Wilbraham Y prior to the pandemic. He was a great player, and always fun to be around. Our depest sympathy to the family. Sincerely, John & Connie

Take heart.... In the stories and memories, in the laughter and love, in the tears and hugs. Take heart... For today is a celebration of a life well- lived and a person well loved. Frank Sr sounds like he was a wonderful son, husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather.

Condolences to the family and friends of Frank Bernini. May memories of a life well lived offer you comfort. I worked with Maryanne back in the early 1970s, and felt so welcome when I'd visit their home.