Aunt Judy, Kayla, Antonio our deepest, deepest condolences. I'll always remember Uncle Frank when he was vibrant on those Saturday evenings at Nonna's, he would start to talk about what he'd been reading Nietzshe, Kant, and would pose these philosophical questions to my sister and I. At that young age we were completely confused, but he persisted trying to explain. Then he'd get up and the disco music was put on and he'd be practicing his dance moves for the night to come. He was a big personality, had a tremendous laugh, and i'll remember him for his love of family and of God.