Frank A. Hawkins

There are certain times in life when you just have no idea how to keep yourself together. This is one of those times for me. I am a few feet away from my grandfather that is about to die. He only has hours to live. Not days or weeks just hours and minutes. He has lived a great life doing all sorts of things. He was in World War 2 seeing the world, owned his own gun smithing business one of the best around and managed a security company where he would talk to me on the phone and I would wait for him to get home and watch Saturday night live. He has fished the best ponds caught the best fish and hunted the best hills. He has built the best hot rod and shot the best guns. All of this in a life filled with joy, family, happiness and here I am, my stomach turning almost to the point of feeling sick from the grief that I am sure to feel over the next few days and weeks. Being selfish thinking if he could just hold on a little longer. As I am writing this it dawns on me that this is my wishes not his. He has a whole family waiting for him in the abyss. Waiting for Frankie to come home to see them for their family to once again reunite. This thought makes me smile a little. To know that the hard troubles of car and house payments are behind, the worry of a child getting hurt or a wife of years suffering. The usual heart aches of everyday worries are surely behind. Now all that is left to do is take that last deep breath of the chains of life and slip into the freedoms of eternity. Writing is the only way I can cope. My Pa brought me up to be a strong person and a man so I can't talk to people about my emotions not friends, family..... Absolutely no one. To put this into a way in which you can visualize it. I was laying on my couch the other day and saw a man on tv. He was homeless and didn't have his teeth in and reminded me of my Pa. Out of no where I just started to cry a little. Then with memories of my Pa this turned into an uncontrollable weeping. Not to keep everyone here waiting I will end with a few memories of the greatest man I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and knowing. A man that I could only aspire to be obviously falling short of his greatness. My Pa had a way of captivating you in story. I would take the 2 hour jaunt to my uncle Wayne's and with Pa's stories it would be over in a matter of a few minutes with Granny it would be a few days!! With Pa fishing at Grandpa's pond would be finished in a flash only I realize we had been down there for hours. The last and fondest memory is shooting grass hoppers with 44 cal water guns, his blue mine green sitting on old chairs under the trees with no cares in the world. I was just with my Pa. Pa... You have left the biggest footprints in the world that i will try for the rest of my life to fill. Thank you Pa for being amazing. Love Allen

Frank leaves his wife Phyllis of the home, 5 children, several grandchildren and great grandchildren and numerous friends.

Arrangements under the direction of Bill Eisenhour Funeral Home, Del City, Oklahoma.