I thought this the best place to put this thread.
None of you on VR.com knows Frankie Bullock. Frankman was our carpenter, for many years through many projects and was a true craftsman.
He had a repair about the same time Tyce had a replacement. During the last 4 years both he and Tyce argued over which one was "better.".....as far as the repair or the replacement. Frank said he'd never ever go through this surgery again, Tyce said coumadin was not a big deal and Frankman should have considered the replacement, especially with his history of heart.
To make a very long story short, last fall Frank wasn't feeling well....stomach, or so he thought. He went to the dr. who promptly sent him in to NYC for an echo, tee, angio, etc. He didn't want him at Stony Brook again. Frank was admitted to the hospital last December because his heart was failing. He was placed number one on the transplant list. He hated being in the city....about 75 miles from home. He developed ulcers because he was so worried about his business, etc. The drs. finally allowed him to come home in March. He was home for one day, started bleeding and was medivac'd back to NYC.
This Sunday a heart became available and Monday Frank had the surgery. They implanted his new heart, couldn't get it to beat and to make a very long story very short, Frankman bled out.
The man who said he would never allow himself to be opened up again gave one last try for his family....he leaves behind a great wife and 3 children, all in college. Last night at his wake, I believe most of the town of Riverhead was there, from friends and family and tradesmen, to those he played softball with.
I know he's up in heaven repairing and building more mansions for our Lord. I can hear him telling God...."Hey, God, we've got a problem here!!! Who has been doing your construction work for you?"
We both miss our friend. 52 is way too young.
Thanks for listening.
Evelyn
None of you on VR.com knows Frankie Bullock. Frankman was our carpenter, for many years through many projects and was a true craftsman.
He had a repair about the same time Tyce had a replacement. During the last 4 years both he and Tyce argued over which one was "better.".....as far as the repair or the replacement. Frank said he'd never ever go through this surgery again, Tyce said coumadin was not a big deal and Frankman should have considered the replacement, especially with his history of heart.
To make a very long story short, last fall Frank wasn't feeling well....stomach, or so he thought. He went to the dr. who promptly sent him in to NYC for an echo, tee, angio, etc. He didn't want him at Stony Brook again. Frank was admitted to the hospital last December because his heart was failing. He was placed number one on the transplant list. He hated being in the city....about 75 miles from home. He developed ulcers because he was so worried about his business, etc. The drs. finally allowed him to come home in March. He was home for one day, started bleeding and was medivac'd back to NYC.
This Sunday a heart became available and Monday Frank had the surgery. They implanted his new heart, couldn't get it to beat and to make a very long story very short, Frankman bled out.
The man who said he would never allow himself to be opened up again gave one last try for his family....he leaves behind a great wife and 3 children, all in college. Last night at his wake, I believe most of the town of Riverhead was there, from friends and family and tradesmen, to those he played softball with.
I know he's up in heaven repairing and building more mansions for our Lord. I can hear him telling God...."Hey, God, we've got a problem here!!! Who has been doing your construction work for you?"
We both miss our friend. 52 is way too young.
Thanks for listening.
Evelyn
