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This tribute was written by Hays Traylor
and was read at Frank's funeral.

Adieu, dear friend, adieu

When I learned of your passing, I instantly thought about what the poet, W.H. Auden, had written on hearing of the death of his friend and colleague, William Butler Yeats:

"Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given to unfamiliar affections,
To find happiness in another wood"

Your spirit is indeed, in the hearts and souls of many throughout a hundred cities. To all the lamps you have lit with your wit, your intellect, your infectious personality, your beautiful voice, your kindness, your selflessness, I salute you.

I will think often of you and the times we spent together when we were young, the lazy summers spent fishing together on the rice canals, the adventures we shared in the woods and byways, the days when life drifted by like a carefree cloud, waiting for us to seize the day. We were cousins, but we were also friends, and you were the one I admired and envied most. You were my shining star, so full of talent, a creator, one who gave to others so much. I have over my fireplace a landscape painting you gave to me as a gift. Now, when I look at it I will think of you and how you blessed my life.

Your life was cut short, but the time you were here left so many wonderful memories. I wrote a poem long ago about growing old and the things we leave behind: our lines in Time.

"Life is made of lines in Time,
And Time is made of Stone."

Your memory and spirit is in stone, forever and ever. I will miss you.

Adieu, dear friend, adieu,

Hays