My father passed away over five years ago.
Today would have been his 95th birthday.
Frank A Smith II was my best friend.
Still is.
He loved my mother and mourned her early passing from this life.
My father loved his kids.
All six of us.
Frank III, Regina, Pam, Patrick, Michael, and me.
He was a native of Maine.
And Watchic Pond
I loved that lake too.
It always felt like home.
After my mother passed in 1996, my father and I traveled the world.
We voyaged by car through France.
He came to stay with me later in Ireland and we found my Nana's house.
We went west to Utah.
North to Quebec.
And Poo Frank voyaged around the world to Thailand to meet my family.
Frank A Smith was a good man and while I don't carry his name, I will follow his path around the world.
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