To those I share this with, this man (Frank Berry) was only a uncle through marriage for the first 14 years of my life, have only seen him a few times in the last 23 years. In those 14 years he went way above and beyond being a uncle figure. He treated me like a child of his own. More memories of being with him then my disgrace of a biological father. My favorite memory is when driving in Lawrence mass in his roofing truck with ladders stacked to the freaking moon!! And being 7 years old i saw on haverill St some guy riding my bike that was just stolen a few days earlier. Frank said "that's your bike?" Pulled over confronted the guy riding it, then when the guy ran off, he threw my bike in the back of his truck and took me home. Thanks for all the weekend trips, years of letting me work during summers to save money as a young boy. Teaching me how to drive, buying me my first car, taking us all on the frozen Merrimack riding 4 wheelers, motorcycle rides, taking me to Maine to visit your family. All the restaurants, thank you for loving me like you did, Jay, Don, and Michelle, Auntie Deb thank you too for all that! Love ya Uncle Frank Rest in peace.