I’m writing a brief post to commemorate my friend, Frank (“Frankie”) Boa-Durgammah who departed this earth on July 15th. He was nineteen years old and a recent graduate of W.T. Woodson High School.
There was a memorial service for Frankie today at the American Legion, Post 177, in Fairfax City. I was lucky to say a few words.
The service was packed with family and friends, namely those who went to Woodson with Frankie, where he was captain of the wrestling team, or grew up with him in Boy Scout Troop 1887, where he reached Eagle Scout.
I’ve been to countless events at the Legion in my lifetime. I’ve never attended one, where the parked cars filled up the lot and then extended all the way down Oak Street. That was the type of young man that Frankie was.
All the adult speakers noted that Frankie was “somebody they considered a son.” The younger speakers considered him a brother. He was honest, respectful and hard-working. He never had an unkind word.
I knew Frankie through my friendship with his older sister and mother. I considered him a role model for my son in the way he approached work, school, Scouts and sports. In fact, he starred at the “Order of the Arrow” ceremony for our Cub Scout Pack in which he donned an ornate Indian headdress, recited the Order challenge, and invited the young Cubs to join the Boy Scouts. My son was awestruck
A year ago, Frankie approached us to do odd jobs to make money for school. I gave him the chance to clean out my garage (look up “Aegean stables” in Greek mythology). After a day’s work in the summer heat, I had to literally pull him out of there. He would have worked for 24 hours straight. He was the type of young person I’d hire in a heartbeat.
I don’t know why some people leave this life too early. It’s more than I can comprehend.
I’m only consoled by the words of John 11:25 (“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies.”) Frankie’s family has great faith. They use every ounce of it.
We will miss you, Frankie.