Rest in peace my dear brother

So my dear brother, it is time to say goodbye--but not for forever. I will see you again.... I wanted to thank you for being my older brother growing up and teaching me about the world. I know that Mom welcomed you home with a big hug, a pot of meatballs + sauce, and a plate of chicken cutlets. Till we meet again. Rest in peace my brother.

Rest in peace godfather. May the angels greet and keep you. Kiss and hug Grandma Connie for us. Love you. Suffer no more.

In memory of Frank Valente, Tony & Debbie Valente lit a candle

In memory of Frank Valente, Debbie Valente lit a candle

So sorry to hear about the passing of my childhood friend Francis, “Frank” Valente. Born just 3 days apart. Frank and I grew up in Jackson Heights, in Queens NY. I remember sitting in the back of the bus listening to his great stories as we travelled back and forth to St. Gabriel’s School on Astoria Boulevard. Teen years were spent with The Gang. Listening to music on our radios by The Garages at 30th Avenue. The 92 Street Bombers. Frank was always Smoking and Joking he kept us in stitches. As we neared our 18th birthdays Frank and II planned to “push up” our military obligation and enlist in the US Army. However, these plans were interrupted when I got notified of acceptance into the NYCPD on April 10th of 1968. After turning 18 Frank went into the Army. After boot camp he wound up in Fort Hood Texas in the Cavalry Division. The Queens Guy was assigned to a Tank. Frank wound up being shipped to Viet Nan, then led the American charges into Laos and possibly Cambodia receiving numerous military decorations . Upon discharge Frank worked for Ma Bell Telephone. He installed a pay phone in my basement after its remodel and made me promise not to tell anyone where I got it. I promise which I now break. Who can ever forget The tales of “Whitewater’ Valente, and “Oars Sobocienski, testing their wares racing down the mighty Delaware River in the Canoe Ragotta as illustrated in the Sullivan County Democratic early 1980s, alongside the famous Frank Perdue. But the war had changed the man. Our lives then took us in different directions and we lost touch. Life is what happened while your busy making other plans. I ran into Frank in Manhattan We were supposed to go out to dinner. Going to catch up. Then suddenly COVID broke. We never got together . I will never forget the jokes. I will never forget the laughs. I will never forget The Man I will always appreciate The Friendship. BOB SOBO

My dear Lisa Marie My memories of your father are happy ones from the day you came into his life. You were his pride and joy. The road may have been altered but his love for you will shine through the Heavens as your guardian Angel . Rest in Peace Frank

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