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Frank R. King Jr.
Posted 1/24/08
In Memory of Frank R. King Jr. Frank R. King Jr. was born Oct. 27, 1918, in Wilmington. He was very involved in the U.S. Army, and in serving in World War II, he earned a Bronze star and two Purple …
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Frank R. King Jr.
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In Memory of Frank R. King Jr.
Frank R. King Jr. was born Oct. 27, 1918, in Wilmington. He was very involved in the U.S. Army, and in serving in World War II, he earned a Bronze star and two Purple Hearts.
Most people in his community knew him for his involvement in his many organizations and seeing him handing out hot coffee and hot chocolate to the travelers at the Smyrna Rest Area mostly every day.
What most people don't know is what a devoted family member and friend he was, to me and my family.
My grandmother got sick in 1997 and needed hospice, which is how we met Mr. King. His significant other, Angela Soares, was her nurse, and when my grandma passed in April, my mom and I adopted them into our family.
They were now referred to as Auntie and Poppie. We went to their house for dinner all the time, went shopping, had a blast.
My mom and I had to move to Virginia, so for a long time, they would drive down for visits. Poppie liked breakfast at Cracker Barrel, and Auntie liked dinner anywhere expensive.
Auntie soon got sick and passed, leaving us with just our Poppie, mourning over her loss. He liked to keep busy, which led him to drive down to Virginia, take us out to dinner, get up at 3 or 4 a.m., and drive back to Delaware.
He always said he had his child to take care of at home, Gina, his little kitty who adored him. He came up for a birthday of mine, just for dinner and drove back that same night, just so he could give me a good birthday dinner.
February 2007, Poppie drove down to be with me and see my newborn son a day after he was born in the hospital in Richmond, and on the return trip, ended up getting a huge speeding ticket on U.S. 301. The ticket was eventually thrown out, he was almost 90 years old, and had the best driving record known to man.
He still had to come back to Virginia for the hearing about the ticket, at which point he stopped by my store just to say hello. It was pure luck, we should've been gone hours before that, but I just happened to stay that day, and he came just as I was getting my things together to leave for the day. He was with his son, Wayne King.
He also got to hold my son, about 3 or 4 months old at the time. Standing there outside of my store, I had no idea that was the last time I would ever see him again, ever give him a hug.
My Poppie was one of the best men I have ever met. May he rest in peace and let me say we will never forget him or what he did.
I love you Poppie. Goodbye.
Frank R. King Jr. was born Oct. 27, 1918, in Wilmington. He was very involved in the U.S. Army, and in serving in World War II, he earned a Bronze star and two Purple Hearts.
Most people in his community knew him for his involvement in his many organizations and seeing him handing out hot coffee and hot chocolate to the travelers at the Smyrna Rest Area mostly every day.
What most people don't know is what a devoted family member and friend he was, to me and my family.
My grandmother got sick in 1997 and needed hospice, which is how we met Mr. King. His significant other, Angela Soares, was her nurse, and when my grandma passed in April, my mom and I adopted them into our family.
They were now referred to as Auntie and Poppie. We went to their house for dinner all the time, went shopping, had a blast.
My mom and I had to move to Virginia, so for a long time, they would drive down for visits. Poppie liked breakfast at Cracker Barrel, and Auntie liked dinner anywhere expensive.
Auntie soon got sick and passed, leaving us with just our Poppie, mourning over her loss. He liked to keep busy, which led him to drive down to Virginia, take us out to dinner, get up at 3 or 4 a.m., and drive back to Delaware.
He always said he had his child to take care of at home, Gina, his little kitty who adored him. He came up for a birthday of mine, just for dinner and drove back that same night, just so he could give me a good birthday dinner.
February 2007, Poppie drove down to be with me and see my newborn son a day after he was born in the hospital in Richmond, and on the return trip, ended up getting a huge speeding ticket on U.S. 301. The ticket was eventually thrown out, he was almost 90 years old, and had the best driving record known to man.
He still had to come back to Virginia for the hearing about the ticket, at which point he stopped by my store just to say hello. It was pure luck, we should've been gone hours before that, but I just happened to stay that day, and he came just as I was getting my things together to leave for the day. He was with his son, Wayne King.
He also got to hold my son, about 3 or 4 months old at the time. Standing there outside of my store, I had no idea that was the last time I would ever see him again, ever give him a hug.
My Poppie was one of the best men I have ever met. May he rest in peace and let me say we will never forget him or what he did.
I love you Poppie. Goodbye.
