A very good man

For those who do not know me or in case I have never written it here I work for a funeral home here in my home town.  This morning I helped with the funeral of man named Frank.  When my boss first told me who we had this morning i replied "I don't know him."  My boss assured me I did but anything he told me about him did not ring a bell.  When we were going in to close the casket after the family said their last goodbyes I looked in the casket and there was a face I saw everyday at Mass.  Thats right a daily Mass person who I had no idea what his name was.  I can tell you where he sat.  I can tell you what he wore for a coat in the spring, fall and winter but I could not tell you his name till today.  I feel a loss for not knowing this man better.  Here he was 93 years old (looked about late 70's) going to Mass daily and I knew nothing about him except the clothes he wore to church everyday.  A little of my defense he is not a member of our parish and never was just apparently liked the time of our daily Mass instead of the 7AM Mass at his own parish.  I will say though forever I will and have thought of him as the example of St. Francis when he said "Preach at all times and when necessary use words."  Frank preached with his daily Mass attendance up till his 93rd year.  Yes indeed, a very good man.