Frankie lost his battle, what a pleasant way to phrase the inevitable, the demise of a life form, the end of my friend. Frankie had no close family, he left NYC years ago, putting the poverty and crime riddled life of Harlem behind him, how such a gentle soul emerged from such a place will always reamin a mystery. The stories of violence and crime driven by poverty and prejudice fueled my own prejudice of the people he spoke of, the people he was shamed to call his people, the Dominicans. He was nothing like the stereo type of the people he described.
All I can think of to honor my friend, is live my life as he always tried to make me see. The simple joy of living. To live to the fullest, put what constraints others place on your life out of yuor mind and just live and enjoy. Enjoy the food, enjoy the company, enjoy the laughter.
Snowmoon Adventures 