Farwell My Friend,
I write today to bid my friend Frank Mullen farewell. I have known Frank for more that 10 years and I have been most grateful for his friendship. Over these years Frank and I have exchanged ideas on politics, music, art and many other subjects. I feel that I learned so very much from him and I cannot express the many ways Frank positively impacted my life. When Frank and Vanessa went to Thailand they visited my father and Frank took some wonderful pictures. I can remember Franks preparation for that trip. I was so impressed with his ability to get off the beaten trail and discover so many cool places that were not part of the traditional tourist trappings of Thailand. But that was Frank
cool without trying to be
sincere and genuine
a soft spoken genius whose artistic ability and vision was only matched by his humility and his ability to bring out the best of everyone around him.
I never would have believed he would be taken from us so soon. His departure from this life has left a hole in my heart. Though he had been ill for sometime, I never believed for one moment that he would be leaving us. I have learned a tough lesson again to not take time for granted. Life is precious.
My last conversation with Frank demonstrated his care and concern for his friends. My father has been ill and had traveled back to the U.S. to undergo some daunting surgery. Rather that talk about his current circumstances Frank was very concerned for my fathers health. He was tender and kind and provided me some supportive and wise words. How I miss Franks smooth and confident voice, his wit, his vision and his patience. I have been known to be quite a fire-brand and I tend to be
highly opinionated. Frank never lost his patience with me even when we were on polar opposites of any subject matter. He was open to debate and he shared his thoughts like a wise man, even to those who tended to be brash if not obnoxious. Frank was always so patient with me. In some ways I felt like a student of Socrates when we spoke. He simply asked open ended questions leading me to understand his position and therefore better develop my own.
Frank made me and my fellow band mates look better than we EVER had before. And thats saying something! I have worked with some great photographers but Frank took the rough subject matter of L.I.W. and Empire 44 and truly made us look like we were the rock stars we aspired to be! Thanks Frank! We sure needed your Midas touch!
I will take a lesson away from my relationship with Frank. I will treasure each moment I have with my friends. I will not take the time we have together for granted. I will not let anything petty or silly separate me from those I love. I will be more patient
and I will listen more. I will come to understand that tomorrow is not promised. I will remember to tell those I love how much they mean to me. I will cherish my moments and I will be thankful for my friends
and each day.
I miss you already Frank. I would like to dedicate the following poem by Khalil Gibran to Frank and his surviving family
Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
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