  Today was supposed to be an easy day.. One more day on my way towards the weekend. I have been feeling so sick and tired and droopy thinking maybe I have mono. So today my grandfather passed away. He was eighty eight years old. He was all that I ever looked up to and all that I ever strove to be. I mean he was the ICON. Frank Schubert was the last civilian lighthouse keeper in north america. He lived in a cottage house in Coney Island, Brooklyn, NY manning the lighthouse . He was quiet and humble, lived simple but was funny and classic in the old time way. He watched football and baseball and loved to go bowling or play golf. No matter how old he got he could still kick our butts.
He was the biggest thing to me, he was the only one who I ever cared what he thought or mattered to. That may not make any sense but if you knew Frank Schubert you would know him as a guy who was always there willing to help you, not only by giving you money or food but by showing you how to work, to build, to fish or cook. I am so happy that I could spend all 23 years of my life growing up with him . We built picnic tables and benches, we built coffee tables and picture frames, we even built a dog house for my puppy.
He taught me how to golf and bowl, always being patient with me and really guiding me, adjusting when I lost my temper. He was a real man and someone that I will miss for ever. It is rough knowing that my children and my brothers & cousin's children will never get to meet the man who was so bigger than life. All I can say now is that he is up in heaven with my grandmother who has waited so many years for him to come to her.
I just wish people would know who he was all the good and the very little bad. He was stubborn and we have all inherited that trait from him and he maybe did things differently his way was not always the best and probably could have been better. Frank Schubert was always himself never bowing down for anyone and never giving up his stance, no matter how wrong or right he was.
He was a beautiful artist, creating masterpieces of woodwork, and paintings. I finally feel like man, maybe his passing is forcing me to stand up and move up in the world.. or maybe it is just giving me the strength to harness my power and talent and creative mind and go out and become the man he wanted me to be. I love frank Schubert and must say that he will be missed forever by me and by many other generations to come. Rest in peace and may st.peter and jesus welcome you with open arms. Liz sent me this prayer and I wanted to share it with everyone so that they can remember to keep Frank Schubert in their prayers.
O Christ Jesus, when all is darkness and we feel our weakness and helplessness, give us the sense of Your presence, Your love, and Your strength. Help us to have perfect trust in Your protecting love and strengthening power, so that nothing may frighten or worry us, for, living close to You, we shall see Your hand, Your purpose, Your will through all things. Amen. 
