Frank Joseph Bitondo

I remember Frank and Tina the first time they came to Georgia. We had a cook out. My dad, Larry Williamson, had barbecued a deer. Frank and I sat beside the grill and every time dad walked away, we stoled a bite. Dad never found out it was us.
The last thing I remember about Frank is when I was there during the last days of my cousin's Tina's death. I remember he never left her side. He fed her, gave her meds, and held her loving in his arms till her last breath. He will always be remembered to me for how much he loved his family. My heart breaks for the family.