Gratitude Post - Frank's Passing

[trystinn]

I can't seem to find the original post, but a few of you may remember the post about our neighborhood Wildman, Frank. Back in his teens, Frank took a few too many trips and damaged his brain, making him somewhat simple (in the old fashioned sense) and prone to mild fits of barking during the early hours before dawn.

One of the neighbors let me know that Frank passed away quietly in his home. I'm grateful that he's finally at peace.

He was a constant source of mystery with his eccentricity and I know he was a trial to his neighbors. The county won't miss constantly clearing his property of garbage and certainly the Community will be glad to raze his old cobbled together place and sell the property for six figures. I'm sure a perfectly respectable family will move in and be considerate, clean and proper.

But I'll miss the sight of him walking down the street pulling his RV batteries, drinking a beer, with his hair wild and disheveled. He always had a smile and a frantic wave for those of us who appreciated having his wild spirit in our midst. You never knew when you turned your head if you'd see him hiding under the trees, off on his own adventures. There was, hard as it might be to imagine, a charm about that old man.

Our community may be a lot quieter now, but it is considerably poorer for the loss.

Comments

[mamaursula.livejournal.com]

That's so sad. All of it, his loss, the world's, I hope that his next trip through here is less rocky.

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Yes, indeed. He had a hard go round this life, fifty years of living with the consequences of a stupid decision made in his teens.

I romanticize him a bit, I know. But as one of the folks who used to give him the odd job or two around the place, he always struck me as a devotee of Herne. Just a bit too wild for our world.

[mamaursula.livejournal.com]

Oh don't I know it, because I romanticize my crazy patients too, but it doesn't make them any less ... sad I guess is the only word I can come up with. I don't really pity them, because pity implies some disagreeable feelings. Hm...yeah, sad.

[wild-heart.livejournal.com]

No more Frank stories. :-(

Rest well, Frank, The trees are calling.