Frank Charles Woods

They say still waters run deep and that is definitely the case with Frank. He was often quiet but always absorbing, remembering and noticing everything going on around him. He was wildly creative with art and modeling, creating fantastic 3D models out of all sorts of materials. He had a brilliant technical mind, figuring out how things worked, putting things together and making them work. He was a wrist watch connoisseur, a book lover and computer collector. He took great care of his things. If one took the time to sit with him, he told stories, opinions and ideas that you'd never expect. He was a gentle soul with a tough row to hoe in this life with his physical and mental challenges, but he handled himself with grace and found joy and humor in life until the end. He had a great laugh, sense of humor and a sparkle in his eye when he was happy and comfortable. Frank had a great memory and a funny, mischievous side.

From oldest sister, Valerie:

Frank Charles Woods, born in Minneapolis, Minnesota in 1965 on an ordinary September Midwest night, was anything but an ordinary baby boy. After two daughters, his proud parents were eager for a boy.

Charlie began his life with a a beautiful smile, a head of bright red hair, a cast on his slightly off-kilter little leg, and corrective shoes on his little feet. As time rolled on, other challenges presented themselves for him and his family to grapple with. It wasn’t always pretty, and plenty of folks had opinions about all that. Folks always do. Shrug.

All are born with gifts, and among Charlie’s was an infectious laugh, especially when engaged in a belching competition on annual family road trips throughout the western United States. He was a memorable traveling companion, and continued to travel until poor health made it too difficult in recent years.

Ever an expert people watcher and bus-riding professional, Charlie knew how he wanted to spend his time, and made it happen. Though limited by failing health, he got around. If not by bus, then in a sister’s car. Resourceful and frequently endearing, his people skills recently secured a ride home on a fire engine.

What’s next for this remarkable guy? In his own, often-quoted wise words: “Don’t know!”

We’ll miss you, Charlie. We’ll remember the fun and not-so-fun, and ever cherish you as one of our own.

Blessings on you, son and brother. Go in peace. Stop by and say “Hi” if you aren’t otherwise engaged.

Frank Charles will be deeply missed by his sisters, Vanessa, Vicki and Valerie, and especially so by his mother, Shirleen. We love you Charlie. Rest well, sweet soul. You were a gift we will cherish in our hearts forever.

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.Evergreen-Washelli.com for the Woods family.