Frank Wolf

I have been putting off writing this post for a few days. I think I was really trying to understand how I felt before trying to write something. You see, I recently found out a person I worked with in the past suddenly passed away a week ago. Frank and I worked together for over a year as peers. We have not seen nor really spoken to each other since I left that job over a year ago. Last I heard he had moved to Florida.

I would not necessarily call him a friend, but more of a work buddy. I don't like when people are disengenous about situations like this so I don't want to overstate our relationship. We worked together. We seldom did anything together that wasn't work related.

Frank always struck me as the too cool for school kind of guy – in a good way. The kind of guy you wanted to get to know. He had a superior aura about him, but I think when you got to know him, you realized he was just complicated. He was easy to meet and very hard to get to know. I know something about that as those words have been used to describe me as well. From the time I spent with Frank, I am pretty sure we could have been good friends.

What can I tell you about Frank? He was generous and very popular. He had a big circle of friends. He had style and loved the game of golf. He was the starting QB on his high school team, a team famous for their football in NCal. He was always there to help out his peers.

He was also responsible for one great night in Las Vegas. My night of living like a rock star in Vegas was only possible because of Frank. He was also the guy who split a $1800 bar bill with me and never said anything to the 25 people we were with. Frank was a good man.

The real tragedy is that he was merely 35 years old. He was having dinner with friends and suddenly collapsed at the table. It turns out that he had a heart problem. The same thing that killed John Ritter. He had been to the doctor a few times in the weeks before his death complaining of tightness in his chest and was sent home with no problem found each time.

I would like to pass on my condolences to his family and friends. I don't think it would be fair for me to say that I will miss Frank. I will say that I will remember him. When I think about that great night in Vegas, I will always think of the man who made it possible.

Rest in Peace Frank