I have only fond memories of Uncle Frank: When I was a child he was bigger than life to me; truly a fascinating, one-of-a-kind guy to this big-city kid. I loved to hear and overhear all his wonderful outdoor stories. He would captivate you and have you on the edge of your chair, regaling you with one of his many close calls in the bush, on the ice, on the snow, on the water, in the water; always on “the hunt” be the target “fin, fur or feather”. But the stories always ended sending everyone into fits of uncontrollable belly laughter. To this day I still believe these so-called stories were “all fact” and not fiction as he was the REAL DEAL. We all loved spending time with him and are the better for having known him. And somehow, I can’t picture him as “Resting In Peace”, but rather “Enjoying The Greatest of All The Outdoors” forever and ever. Carol Burke