Frank-Gleason-Obituary

Frank A. Gleason Jr.

Madison, Maine

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FRANK A. GLEASON JR.1923 - 2016ANSON - Frank Gleason passed into eternity and gazed upon the face of his Savior, Jesus Christ, and his loving wife, on Tuesday, May 26, 2016, doing what he liked so much in recent days: a ride with his son on a beautiful spring day.He was born in Bingham, the son...

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He was a very kind and funny man. He was a loving husband and talked of her often. Oh how he missed her. They went everywhere together. How wonderful to have a marriage like that. I miss his visits. He is missed by oh so many. Rest In Peace my friend.

I cant imagine growing up without the presence of the Gleason family in my world. I'm sure somewhere up there Dad and Elmer Bear are still trying to put together that perfect team. I can still hear that chuckle whenever he came in the office and I'd refer to him as Elmer . What a really dear person he was to so many people. Reggie just reminded me that he was one of his childhood heroes. Now thats a colorful character. Thank you Skippy for taking such good care of the bear in these last few...

So sorry for your loss-and a big loss at that. We will miss seeing him at the fair doing some of his favorite things. Such a kind and happy person. Our thoughts are with your family.

I will always remember you giving me rides at the fair on your draft horses! Every time i smell Brute i will think of you! Love you! Rest easy Uncle Frankie!

Dear Papa, I am so sad because I am going to miss our many visits, your smiling face and the wonderful that is you. But, I am happy that you are with Jesus and your dear Thelma. Your kindness and love that you gave to so many will never be forgotten. I love you. I miss those wonderful hugs. Love Susan Picone

Family of Frank so sorry for your loss. Always enjoyed him and your mom when I would visit the Billings fam. May peace be with you all.

Papa, There's an emptiness in my heart that only you could fill. You were the Dad to me after my own was gone. you were my dearest friend,My hunting n fishing buddy the one I loved to go on excursions thru the woods n old back roads of Maine. I enjoyed our little jaunts as well as the all day ones where I cooked our lunch beside the road somewhere. You would point out old farmsteads,no longer there n tell the stories of their people. I learned so much from you. Altho I know the Good Lord...