Francesco Augustino DeRoss

My Father Frank is rich in tradition. He always came home on time, never drank, never smoked, a solid family man, a steady guiding hand

My Father Frank is rich in things that you can not buy and if you could buy them it would not be wise to do so

My Father Frank laughed a lot, because that brilliant smile would have been an awesome thing to waste

My Father Frank engaged his faith with his outstanding intellect and that is where truth lives

My Father Frank can listen to the words you say even when you don’t say them

My Father Frank held still in those moments that most rush to ignore. He knows that true beauty lives there, in between the notes

My Father Frank is brave and stood to fight and never broke and never winced

My Father Frank took in the earth and sought it out and honored it’s worth

My Father Frank recognized talent and ignited confidence in other’s abilities without the need for personal glory

My Father Frank knew passions that ran deep and hot under ice cold waters

My Father Frank was loyalty, was melody, was kind

My Father Frank was industrious with wrench n’ hammer, muscle and mind

My Father Frank danced with common sense, and upon God’s grace he dined

Mt Father Frank.  My Father Frank.  My Father Frank.

La Famiglia DeRoss