Francis "Frank" Gerald MajorAugust 1, 1957 ~ August 3, 2017 (age 60)
Francis G. (Frank) Major died peacefully in Miami, Florida on August 3, 2017 after several months' struggle with a chronic illness. He was born August 1, 1957 to Francis J. and Mary Paula (Busch) Major, who both died before him. He is survived by his brothers Tom (Traci), John (Ellen), Jim (Teresa), and his sister Jeanne (Hugh) as well his beloved aunt Mimi Hardy. He also leaves behind 14 nieces and nephews --Caitlyn, Erin, Emily (Matteo), Tom (Statia), Bill, Ellen, Mary, Lucy, Michael, David, Katie, Jimmy, Charlie, Danny, the many Hardy cousins, his uncle Wheeler, the Muller and Harrison cousins, and a very long list of friends, including, in an exceptional way, his best buddy, Bill Simmons.
Frank always made his living in sales, not so much for the money, but as a way to connect with people. People were always his priority. His concern for others, his generous spirit, really did drive him. This showed in his love of sports, his love of skiing and fishing, which, for him, were never solitary pursuits, but social occasions. They were opportunities to spend time with others, to laugh, and to opine on issues of the day, great and small. And Frank never shied from sharing his opinion. Discussions with Frank could be more one-sided but they were always interesting and often edifying.
He was Uncle Frank, not only to his nieces and nephews but to any child, young or old, who needed an Uncle Frank. He always had time for kids and was happiest in their company, even in the rigors of his illness. He may have tried to keep things light-hearted , to a fault, but his playful attitude, his jokes, his noogies, were a blessing for all the kids.
To everyone else, in varying measure, he was a big brother whether he was related to you or not.
His impulse was to look out for you, to see if there was anything you needed and, again, to freely share his opinion on the issues of the day, great and small.
In his last years, he was happy to come to church, to attend mass regularly. Like Dad, he carried the "Magnificat" with him to keep abreast of the daily readings and prayers. He was grateful for the Good News he was receiving from St. Peter's Church on Big Pine Key and from Father Randy, in particular.
In the face of his serious illness, he was serious about his life, looking to reconcile with people and events in his life that needed reconciliation. Most important to him, in his last days, was telling those who spoke with him that he loved them. Over and over, he said "I love you guys." When anyone else's name came up, he said "Tell those guys I love them. " If you’re reading this, know that he meant it and know that he meant you.