Over the weekend a friend called me to tell me a good friend of ours, Franklin Clary, passed. I was out of town when I heard and it was the first time anyone close to me has died. Now that I’m back in SF and I’ve seen the outpouring of love for him from our community the shock has worn off and I spent this morning grieving.
I had the pleasure of knowing Frank for a couple years. I don’t mean that as a cliché. It was literally a pleasure knowing him. In the whole time I knew Frank I never heard him complain about anything. His energy wasn’t just absent of negativity, it was oozing with enthusiasm for life.
I remember the first time I met him, and every time we hung out, because of his deep sense of presence. The depth of his gaze let you know he was right there with you. He was always right there.
I feel sad but I also feel really grateful to have gotten to know him. I learned so much from his way of being. Frank savored life. As complicated as life seems sometimes Frank’s way of taking pleasure in every moment made it seem very simple.
When we get to the end of things they always seem to have gone by so quickly. We’re all here for such a short time and whatever this experience of life is all about I feel it’s not about how long you’re here, but how you show up to live your life.
Frank, I know in my heart you lived life the right way. Thank you.