Kevin Joseph Frawley:
We Lost a
Good Man
by
Tierney Frawley --
the wife of Kevin
."We
lost a good man." Father Higgins' words are hard to keep
down even ten months on.
What's worse, the memories tell us
we lost so much more.
Kevin Joseph Frawley, 34, was
born a triplet, the fifth of six children. He graduated
from Manhattan College in
1989 with a degree in Finance and began work at Euro
Brokers in May 1994. He
married Tierney on August 11, 2001 and is survived by his
wife, mother, three sisters
and brother.
Kevin tried, often in vain, to
hide away the simple yet uncommon acts that made
him great. Despite his
efforts, goodness is impossible to conceal. If Kevin got
word that your glass picnic
table cracked at the most inopportune time, surely he
would arrive at the party
with a replacement tied to his Jeep. Or if Kevin found
out his girlfriend's cousin
never received roses, surely he'd
show up the next day with her first dozen. As always,
a smile was the payment
sought and received. All the "Kevin" stories follow the
same theme. In life and in death, the
selfless giver has been exposed.
But Kevin gave more than picnic
tables and roses. He had his bag of tricks and he knew
when to pull them out. He
would leave you with words such as
"Take care brush your hair" or in the case of a balding
friend, "Take care brush
your teeth." He was nothing if not
quick-witted. A 6'2 man wearing a diaper to ring in the
New Year -- both 1989 and
1999. On his wedding day, Kevin
greeted his wife on the altar wearing fake teeth. Then
there was the day to day - two
stepping across the street or
commenting, "I can't wait until tomorrow" when asked why
he would reply, "Because I
get better looking every day." And
this was every morning. You could count on him.
Kevin had a special every day
prayer card. One line reads, "Let me be joy, be hope! Let
my life sing." Find comfort
knowing Kevin's life did sing. He
only held onto good memories of people and understood the
nature of being human. He
had a knack for recalling, "Each kindly thing, Forgetting
what might sting."
If I had to think of one word to
describe Kevin, it would be safe. Safe in every sense:
physically, emotionally, mentally.
There is nothing you couldn't tell
him, nothing you couldn't ask of him. Everyone was family
and everyone was friend. Our
gentle giant, my quiet bear. With our hearts we make a
liar of Father Higgins for in that place a man who is so
much more than good lives
on.
.
