Frank Bonney

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Bonney 392 - Section I 07-27-2018
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02-07-2019 New York-Presbyterian/Weill Cornell Medical Center A2019_01_30_Vol17_016.pdf


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Uncle Frank resting during our exploration of NYC <3

Frank was my father's older brother. While I was raised upstate, uncle Frank came to visit from time to time, or we took trips to visit him. We didn't see him as often after my dad passed away in 2007, but we always kept in contact. This photo was the last time I saw him, but not the last time we spoke. We stayed with him for a few days in 2013 and we walked Manhattan together. It feels like just yesterday so strongly that I can't believe it was 2013. 

He passed away one year and 11 days ago. But we didn't find out until the day they buried him. A day after my birthday, our Christmas card was returned. We've been searching for him since then. Our search may have ended, but there are still so many unanswered questions. I'm hoping that soon, they'll all be answered. I will update, of course.

Until then, here's the man I knew and love:

He liked to keep moving. He walked Manhattan every day. Knowing my love for dinosaurs, he made sure to bring a stuffed one with every visit. I informed him once that it was a Gila Monster, but I loved it just the same. I carried it everywhere.

We met up with him on every trip to NYC when I was a child. I probably talked his ear right off after our visit to the Museum of Natural History, but he listened. Or at least he pretended to. That was well over twenty years ago. 

He came to visit us for my dad's last Christmas. Like my dad, he complained about my taste of music, only to be caught actually enjoying it later on. Seriously, I caught him headbanging to my Taste of Christmas album. Good times. 

Uncle Frank is one of a few reasons I was able to find out so much about my ancestry. Aside from finding his grandparents' death certificates, he told me of the family. He gave me names and stories. I found out so much because of him.

The last time I saw him, he found out my interest in vampires and tried to give me all his DVDs. I told him to wait. I'm patient. I can wait. He had to have things to watch, too, and I have a wall of a collection already. I'll have to get them one day and have a marathon for him. 

We danced together and walked together. He told me stories while I sipped tea and gazed out his window. 

I didn't get to visit as much as I would have liked. My grandpa fell ill and passed away in 2016, and I spent most of my time taking him to doctors. After that, my mom fell ill. I've been shuttling her to doctors since. But we kept in contact as much as we could. 

Knowing where he is now is a blessing and curse all in one. On one hand, I know where he is after a search since February. On the other, it'll be difficult to visit. 

Rest in Peace, Uncle Frankie. You are loved and missed greatly.

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