Frank J. Buckle

The following is taken from a speech I wrote for my communications class this past week. Love you all!

"A keystone is a centrally placed stone at the crown of an arch that locks the other stones in place. Without it, the other stones would fall inward, compromising the integrity of the entire building surrounding it. Without it, the arch, and therefore the building, would crumble downward, into oblivion. If removed, the building would cease to exist.

My grandfather, Frank...

we love you!

Chief, you left with me is a lifetime of memories that I cherish and share with my chidren. When I hear the cracklin of bacon I remember having open flame breakfast in the Denver forest while Frank, Bobby and I played in a tree while Chief and Dad busted a gut finding out it was full of bees. Chief I was so proud to be your grandpa when you pulled into the Denver train station, jumped off the train and we all had much to share. I waited for that magic moment when my grandpa uniform and all...

Uncle Frank was our chief too. Just thinking about him makes you smile because he was so full of devilry. He never kissed the Blarney Stone-he didn't have to. He was born with it in him. Heaven will never be the same!!! I bet he has everyone singing zinga-zanga. We will always miss him and love him.

Hail to the Chief! We will miss you so much but I know that you are up in Heavan with Grandma and my dad and all of those who have past before. I can't imagine not seeing or hearing your voice but I have comfort knowing your with Grandma now. I will miss you so much!

A farewell toast!
St. Patrick's hand on your shoulder,
A kiss for each cheek:
A tip of the hat until we meet
On God's shining Emerald shore.

Schertz, TX

You were and are the chief! I don’t know any one with such a personality! I remember waking up and seeing your car parked out side of Nanny’s house and I would run down the stairs and we would all have breakfast! I remember you teaching me how to properly play the drums! You were an awesome grandpa!

Dear Chief,
How many ways can I say I love you.
You were one of my biggest fans for football.I will never forget what you and grandma did for us. Your great sense of humor helps make this a little easier to take. I will be tipping a few for you on monday and probobly sooner than that.
I will miss you dearly Chief.

Love,

Bob

The strong bonds in our family are tethered by the links of love, laughter, and loyalty that were exemplified through the heart of Grandpa. We all carry his legacy now and into the future by the love and caring we share with each other. Thank you, Grandpa, for being the man you were and for showing us the meaning of family. We are all truly blessed to have known you and to call you our own.