It was always so comforting to run into Franco here in Ithaca, remembering how we both "migrated" from Corning. Bob Kinner loved Franco like a brother, and spoke so highly of him.
RIP, Frank, and may you have music always to guide you home.
Jim sent a note to let me know about Frankie. Please accept my humble attempts at expressing my condolences. Be consoled that his suffering is over & that you have the hope that someday you'll be together again. In the meantime, he is, as the Bible says, sleeping & knows nothing until the graves are opened.
May you be at peace with yourself, knowing you did your best for him while also striving to keep yourself going.