I started my day at work as usual, firing up the dreaded computer, then logging on to the usual nine or so software applications that I use everyday, but upon looking over the master plan for the day I see that I and several other fellow cube-ites (not to be confused with cubits) are all slated for a two-hour time frame away from The Machine. “Ah something a little different today”. Probably some group training. That will be a pleasant change.
An hour later one of the supervisors tells me ‘ I know you have been away a few days but I presumed you would want to go to Franks Memorial service today so I blocked you in for it”
I had not heard. I was stunned. It took a few moments to register. The cancer finally got him. My friend Frank Crivello was dead at the age of 58.
Frank was my best work friend. He was an absolute joy to have around. We work in a pretty high stress job, and if there is any remnant of humor about any situation at work, Frank was always able to point it out, and at least tug a smile out of us in those not so fun moments. And when he was on a roll, we would be rolling on the floor laughing.
His two daughters were definatly his purpose in life and his crowning achievement. As they finished college and started on paths to very promising careers, Frank was as proud of them as any parent can be. It was always fun to listen to the tales of his girls and how they had plans for HIM this weekend, or how He could better his life just by helping one of them move, AGAIN, this weekend. It was always a labor of love for him. He would have been lost without them.
He was an avid reader. There were probably very few subjects that H didn’t know something about, as he could converse about many things. He and I would talk about wood working, which was one of his favorite hobbies. He had a lot of good insights for me on this subject.
Recipies…. Frank loved to cook. At least once a week he would regale us with his plans for dinner. He would go into the whole thing. He bought Fresh this or that, was going to cut/grind/peel/puree/sautee/simmer/……… and on and on, and he made it sound so simple to do. Dinners must have been pretty good at the Crivello’s.
He and I weren’t hangin’ out buddies, or go have a beer buddies, (our shifts overlapped) just work buddies. Frank helped me to keep things real enough and light enough to not take work too seriously and get all mad ‘n stuff.
I can’t say ‘Nuff about him. I am going to miss that wonderful funny man.