No warning...no warning.... I would do anything to go back and get you to the hospital weeks before your death date, and tell them to do all the testing they could do. I would mortgage the house, lose the house, lose everything, including my life if you could only have had lived...... I feel you around me, and yet, its not enough. Nothing will ever be enough again. The joy is gone. Except for the love of our family, there is nothing...nothing...Your death has changed our lives forever. I know you didnt want to die....those were some of the last words I heard you speak.....I am so sorry Frankie, I would trade places with you, and feel that pain over and over again, if it would bring you back.....My boy. my boy. Words can never describe the love and loss we feel. You were such a good man, father, son and husband to be. There will never be a reason good enough to explain why someone like you had to go, when there are so many that do not deserve the gift of life... I am so sorry, I miss my boy with a pain that has broken everything inside of me. My baby, my boy, my grown son. Forever loved, and remembered, and honored. As long as we live, you will never die. Your son will know you, like you felt you knew my Dad....through stories and the love. I am so FUCKING angry, and sad all at once. I HATE the world without you. Nothing looks the same. Its all shit, save family. Even with them, I still want to go and find you. I hope with all that is in me, that we will meet again. That I can hug you, and smell your little boy hair, and laugh with you. You always had the best laugh, and smile. I love you, my frankie boy. I will search the night skies for you every night until I die.

Shine On, Love...