Frank was a really great guy
I met Frank on the #5 back in 2002, he would brighten up my morning rides to work. Sometimes I'd catch him en route home and we'd chat. I just about remember every conversation we ever had because of the energy he'd always bring to them. When I'd stop taking the bus I would run into Frank at the MiniMax and we'd catch up. I'd always run into Frank, he lived in the hood. He was so nice and easy to talk too, interesting, positive and just a great guy.
I ran into Frank one afternoon at the MiniMax. He had told me that he had a spell of bad luck and had fallen off the bus and as a result it had been discovered that he had kidney cancer. I was shocked because before me stood the same , enthusiastic, happy Frank I have always known. He told me of how the operation went well and he felt good and healthy and was very happy to finally fit into his clothes from twenty years ago. I gave Frank a hug and said I was glad to hear he was fine and hoped to see him on the bus again.
I did see Frank on the #5 again but the last time I rode with him was mid or late Spring. William and I stepped into the bus together with three other riders. The bus was already packed so we took the seats up front. I heard someone call out my name, turned around and it was Frank. I was happy to see him and I waved and he told me he was going to have surgery again, that it was back. I sort of half whispered and half mouthed,"I am so sorry". Frank then said,"Yeah, it's a drag" and then someone else started to speak to him. I kept turning around but he was in conversation then students started to get on board and really made it so crowded that I couldn't see him anymore. Our stop came and we got off and I waved goodbye as I stood up. I wanted to tell him I'd be thinking of him but that is hard to do in a crowded bus during early morning rush hour.
I thought of Frank frequently and near the end of July I Googled his name and found an email address. I dropped him a line letting him know I was thinking of him and wondered how he was doing. Told him I always counted on running into him and never thought to get his email addresses and I hoped my email had reached him. I never received a response which made me worry. I thought of him just last week while at HEB. I thought I saw him but realized it was someone else who looked like him from the side only. It wasn't until today that I read Frank passed away August 31st. Frank was big, a tall man, big personality, big smile, big voiced and to read that he was no longer on earth and to realize I'll never run into him again is terrible, awful,sad.
When I think back to the last time I saw him, though he said his cancer was back, the way he said it and the look on his face was in contradiction to the known severity of recurrent cancer. I really believed he would beat it again. I thought I would see Frank again, I didn't think for a moment that cancer would take him. Sitting there he looked strong,determined and healthy. I read that August 2nd was Frank Delvy Day. I wish I had known this so I could have attended. Frank "Delvechio" Delvy, I'll miss you.
I found this video when I was searching for Frank's email address months ago:
I ran into Frank one afternoon at the MiniMax. He had told me that he had a spell of bad luck and had fallen off the bus and as a result it had been discovered that he had kidney cancer. I was shocked because before me stood the same , enthusiastic, happy Frank I have always known. He told me of how the operation went well and he felt good and healthy and was very happy to finally fit into his clothes from twenty years ago. I gave Frank a hug and said I was glad to hear he was fine and hoped to see him on the bus again.
I did see Frank on the #5 again but the last time I rode with him was mid or late Spring. William and I stepped into the bus together with three other riders. The bus was already packed so we took the seats up front. I heard someone call out my name, turned around and it was Frank. I was happy to see him and I waved and he told me he was going to have surgery again, that it was back. I sort of half whispered and half mouthed,"I am so sorry". Frank then said,"Yeah, it's a drag" and then someone else started to speak to him. I kept turning around but he was in conversation then students started to get on board and really made it so crowded that I couldn't see him anymore. Our stop came and we got off and I waved goodbye as I stood up. I wanted to tell him I'd be thinking of him but that is hard to do in a crowded bus during early morning rush hour.
I thought of Frank frequently and near the end of July I Googled his name and found an email address. I dropped him a line letting him know I was thinking of him and wondered how he was doing. Told him I always counted on running into him and never thought to get his email addresses and I hoped my email had reached him. I never received a response which made me worry. I thought of him just last week while at HEB. I thought I saw him but realized it was someone else who looked like him from the side only. It wasn't until today that I read Frank passed away August 31st. Frank was big, a tall man, big personality, big smile, big voiced and to read that he was no longer on earth and to realize I'll never run into him again is terrible, awful,sad.
When I think back to the last time I saw him, though he said his cancer was back, the way he said it and the look on his face was in contradiction to the known severity of recurrent cancer. I really believed he would beat it again. I thought I would see Frank again, I didn't think for a moment that cancer would take him. Sitting there he looked strong,determined and healthy. I read that August 2nd was Frank Delvy Day. I wish I had known this so I could have attended. Frank "Delvechio" Delvy, I'll miss you.
I found this video when I was searching for Frank's email address months ago:
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