Frankie was my oldest son. He adored his younger brothers. Frankie would help me with his brothers so I could work. He loved going to the shore and collecting seashells and watching movies with me! I loved that he wanted to spend time with me even though he was 20. He never left the house without giving me a kiss and saying " I Love You, Mom!"
He struggled with addiction for about 18 months. In that time he fought hard to find recovery. He hated what it was doing to me and the family. Even during his addiction, he was a good son, brother, grandson, nephew and friend. Everyone loved him! His smile was contagious! Frankie will never be forgotten! He is loved and missed.