Frank Fuller

In memory of my brother Frank Fuller by Jim Fuller, July 2023... I found my brother Frank to be a carrier for some of the best and challenging conversations and have thoroughly enjoyed them. We shared the best of those conversations by phone over the past two years. I being diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease and he struggling with chronic pain. We found comfort and support in those calls covering subjects like ASSUMPTIONS - how much damage they can do, or, POSSIBILITIES - some hidden and some obvious. We also found common ground in the SYMBOLIC. For example - sometimes a man must fight the full force of incoming waves and sand before reaching his shore... Then again, we pondered that sometimes there is absolutely no meaning in the profound...Frank roared with laughter when he realized this truth about my saying, 'wet birds don't fly at night'. Both Frank and I came to look forward with appreciation to our conversations. They were significant. They were support. They were fun. I thought of calling him several times recently and had to stop, and remind myself, that Frank would not be answering his phone anymore. His passing meant that Frank was no longer in pain. I will not begrudge that. I am grateful for his relief. I also miss him, very much. In closing I tell you that it has been a blessing to have a brother and a friend such as Frank Fuller. I am grateful. And if he is listening from afar: Frank, I now forgive you for not crossing over to become a STEELERS fan before leaving this world. I love you, Jim