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This is the second page of my two page lo for my late friend Frank. The pocket on the right holds the "flyer" (that's not the right word) that was passed out at his funeral. You can take it out to look at it.

The journaling reads:
"The way I met Frank is an interesting story. At the beginning of middle school I didn’t talk to anyone except for people I already knew. But for some reason on the first day of school I saw Frank sitting at his table in homeroom and I went up to him and we started talking. From then on we were very close school buddies, but we rarely hung out outside of school. We lived in different parts of the city, so it was hard to get together. But we always had classes together, and when we got to work in groups on a project we nearly always worked together.

One group project I remember clearly was we had to write and then put on a play. Frank and I wrote a play a spaceship captain and a bounty hunter. We were obviously taking a cue from our favorite movies: Star Wars. Everyone else’s plays were your normal, average topics: dating, family, school etc. But ours was different. After we performed our play everyone clapped, but we didn’t think they really liked it. We didn’t care though. We had fun.

When Frank started missing school we began to worry. Finally our homeroom teacher (against the orders of the Team Leader) told us that Frank had Cancer. Once we all knew, we made cards for him. Most of the kids in our class either didn’t know Frank very well, or didn’t get along with him. He was into science fiction when science fiction wasn’t cool and he didn’t run with what was “in” at the time. But I made him a special card and put all my heart into it.

One day my dad (also named Frank) and I went to visit Frank in the hospital. Frank’s dad (also named Frank) was there too, which was a good thing to help break the ice. We went through the normal introductions: “Frank, this is Frank. Frank, Frank. Frank, Frank, Frank.” It was too funny! We stayed for a while and I gave Frank a teddy bear and some balloons. We talked on the phone a few times after that. But it was hard to keep in touch because I didn’t know what to say or how to act. The last thing I said to him was, “I’ll call you later,” but I never did.

I’m sure he forgives me now. And I just know he looks down on me every so often. I still think about him, and will always miss him."

TFL


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