Tim Hurst
16-07 2020 19:16
wrote:
Uncle Fran (or Francie to me) was always at the centre of any party, or surrounded by people in a pub. Occasionally, when I would meet him for a drink and he would be in conversation with someone when I arrived. They'd be laughing and chatting. Eventually the person would leave, or return to their table, smiling. 'Who was that?' I'd ask'. 'I've no idea' Frank would reply, 'he was at the bar'.
He made my mum laugh all the time, I'd always know if Francie was on the other end of the phone to my mum, she would not be talking, just laughing....
I recall pulling to a halt in an early 90's traffic jam, on the Chiswick bypass. Frank noticed everyone around him making calls on mobile phones. Sitting in his two door builders' van, in the evening sun, he slammed an old Bakelite house phone on the dashboard and pretended to dial home to make a gregarious apology call to Nuala. That was funny.
If we are judged by the joy and laughter we bring to those around us, Frank was a very, bright light.
An example of a human who always made room for laughter, however he felt inside.
My deepest condolences to Nuala, Fiona, Cathal and their beautiful families. Love from me Becky, Jamie and Alva.
Tim Hurst
16-07 2020 19:16
wrote:
Uncle Fran (or Francie to me) was always at the centre of any party, or surrounded by people in a pub. Occasionally, when I would meet him for a drink and he would be in conversation with someone when I arrived. They'd be laughing and chatting. Eventually the person would leave, or return to their table, smiling. 'Who was that?' I'd ask'. 'I've no idea' Frank would reply, 'he was at the bar'.
He made my mum laugh all the time, I'd always know if Francie was on the other end of the phone to my mum, she would not be talking, just laughing....
I recall pulling to a halt in an early 90's traffic jam, on the Chiswick bypass. Frank noticed everyone around him making calls on mobile phones. Sitting in his two door builders' van, in the evening sun, he slammed an old Bakelite house phone on the dashboard and pretended to dial home to make a gregarious apology call to Nuala. That was funny.
If we are judged by the joy and laughter we bring to those around us, Frank was a very, bright light.
An example of a human who always made room for laughter, however he felt inside.
My deepest condolences to Nuala, Fiona, Cathal and their beautiful families. Love from me Becky, Jamie and Alva.