Frank Garcia
My father was a good man, who worked hard to care and support his family. He arrived from Puerto Rico and soon after met my mother, Olga. A year after they married I was born. The first of three sons, Frank Jr., Freddie and Fernando. In 1968, right around the time of the VeitNam war, I thought seriously about joining the Marines, but my father having fought in the Koran War sat down with me and convinced me otherwise. To this day, I`m most grateful for his fatherly advise. For without it, there would be no telling where I would be today - if I would still be here at all. My father was rarely at home because of his work, He served for over 30 years with the New York City Transit Authority, consequently, we spent little quality time together, but I do remember those moments he was present in which he provided me with the loving guidance that I so desperately needed. I`m grateful for his loving guidance and those special moments of fatherly advice. Take care Pop, my thoughts and heart felt love will always be with you.
Frank Jr.