So sorry to hear about this. I remember very fondly Uncle Frankie and Aunt Georgia back in New Jersey. They were my mom’s uncles. (Chris Norton Sigut).
I’m saddened by the news of both Frankie and Freddie. Know I’m thinking of you all and praying for your comfort! Sure miss seeing you all. ~Karen Braneff Bubrig Friendswood Texas
Mr. Braneff how you will be missed. When I first met you so many years ago. I was infatuated with you as my best friends Dad. So tall, so handsome, and to me you looked like a movie star (Johnny Carson). And you were just so much fun to be around. I always loved coming to your home there was always so much love in the air and you were always so very loving towards me and always made me feel like I was like an adopted daughter. Generous to a fault. When my Eddie was looking for a job you gave him one. Thank you. Just a terrific gentle man. Any one who knew you couldn’t help but love you.
My popou, the last of my living grandparents. I admired so much about him. He was handsome as hell, brilliant in mind, charming beyond words and loving beyond measure. As a young girl I experienced so many firsts with him and because of him. I had my first ride in a Rolls Royce (imagine how cool I thought he was then) saw a humming bird and dragonfly upclose for the first time in his beloved garden, he taught me how to play Solitair and Pyramid Solitair and we would play side by side for hours. He introduced me to windmills, by the hundreds, that I developed wonderment and adoration throughout the years. Everything about him was larger than life. Between the presence he had, the love he gave and the stories he told, he gave me wonderful memories that I will cherish for my lifetime. He is missed greatly and I only wish I had more time. Until we meet again ❤
Such a huge heart and larger than life. He was so kind and funny. He will be truly missed by all that were lucky enough to know him. The picture of him and Uncle Fred as boys, in their suits, is by far my favorite. You don't get much more handsome than that!!
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine, Straight around till I was come Back to where I'd started from; And all I saw from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood.
Over these things I could not see; These were the things that bounded me; And I could touch them with my hand, Almost, I thought, from where I stand. And all at once things seemed so small My breath came short, and scarce at all. . .
"Renascence" is a 1912 poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, credited with introducing her to the wider world, and often considered one of her finest poems. The poem is a 200+ line lyric poem, written in the first person, broadly encompassing the relationship of an individual to humanity and nature.
... humanity and nature, indeed my father's specialties in his life! This is a small piece of a very long, magnificent poem; one of Dad's favorites! As I read, I can hear my Dad's voice. I smile; I cry; I smile. Frank Braneff ... you are a gift!
A peek inside our years ... As Dad would say "make sure the people you love, know you love them".
With our hearts, that's what Michael and I did. We moved within five miles of Dad in the hope to get him home; to make sure he knew that we, representing our entire family, were here with love to help us all get through the next surreal chapter in front of us.
For the next nearly 7 years, we learned life lessons that only an exceptional human, a soldier, a passionate, caring, conscious father could teach with undisputable strength.
All one needed to do was pay attention to see how it's done with courage, grace, kindness, generosity, intelligence, intuition, humor, and thoughtfulness.
Knowing and being with Dad has always been more fun than being around most people. Smart and engaged, alive with the blessings he had. Honestly, If life hadn't hurled us into the outer limits, we would have chosen to live with our parents forever.
I am honored to have been an integral part of my father's VA appointments where he would guide me methodically through first, the parking lot, and then through the maze of Veterans from all walks of life -- our young, our elderly, wheelchair-bound, limping, and limbless -- our brave soldiers. With eyes wide open, the honor and education of my life.
Weekends at home with Dad were spent learning the strategic intensity of dominoes, and how to do the best with the hand you chose. We listened to and learned about decades of priceless music from all genres while sharing coffee and meals, singing, laughing, and crying. Never a dull moment!
"You have one opportunity to do the right thing" ... REMEMBER that. Take the high road and carry on ...
I could fill pages with heartwarming and life-altering stories that have shaped and strengthened my life; my character with my father, but I will leave you here to ignite your own memories. Our father reached many of you with his love of life, generosity, and charm. Hopefully, you will move through your own lives and create amazing acts of kindness in his honor.
For those of you reading this; those of you who have loved Dad and our family; those of you who have been with us through thick and thin, around and back -- know, with our hearts, we sincerely thank you for being an integral part of our father's story. You know who you are. However big or small you envision your impact, know everything matters and we thank you.
Always REMEMBER ... Make sure the people you love, know you love them.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
Dad, as said by one of your favorites ~ "Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell". Edna St. Vincent Millay
How do I pay tribute to my father of 63+ years. He was my father, my friend, my co-worker, and I was his daughter, friend, co-worker and son. Yes, I was his son too. My dad shared everything he would share with a son - his knowledge of cars and business along with his love of cooking and sports. My memories of my dad fill volumes. We loved each other and his death is something I can’t comprehend. We told each other the truth always and for that I’m forever grateful. He is and always be a part of my soul. He is with my beloved daughter Joelle Annalyse, mother and, grandmother. He is in the very best of hands that God has to offer. I am and will forever be blessed by simply having dad, Frank Braneff etched in my life.