Franklin J. Fullerman

Christmas Eve 2007 you seemed so full of love and joy. What happened? Why were you so miserable you left us with only a memory and a few pictures to grieve over? Franklin, whatever it was I pray you are now walking in the heavenly hereafter and all your troubles have been left behind in the tent you lived in for 58 years.

You left so many good memories behind. In death a person is remembered for all the goodness they bestowed on their friends; family and strangers. In life, you were a complex person with many ideas and racing thoughts that somehow you were able to calm down and put in words. At times you were very comforting and other times you kept your friends at bay and their minds in a whirlwind wondering how to get through to you and how to find you. The real you was a great person clothed in a mental illness called bi-polar. The real you, was a loving friend; a loving adult who always found joy in children; a loving adult who found love in writing; socializing; walking; eating; football etc. You were well rounded and so talented and intelligent. The one word I always thought of when I thought of you was intelligence! You loved learning and teaching others.

Bi-polar was your enemy! It couldn't be controlled for long. It seeped into your brain and spilled over into your relationships. You couldn't contain it, no matter how hard you tried. The more you pushed it back the disease thrust forward like a shadow that always hovered over your relationships and thoughts. Now you are at peace and the shadow is gone. You are walking in fields of God’s light for He holds the sick in his heaven and makes them well again. We’ll see you again some day, but in the meantime, the earthly winter chill is cold.