Frank W Pallmann (1939 - 2010)

This week my father passed away. The son of German immigrants, growing up in Brooklyn was not easy. He was the "stereotypical" German: hardworking and stubborn, although he never drank beer.

We were not able to make it back to New York for the funeral, but if I were there I would have shared this:

My father was a good man. If I had to describe him using just one word, I think that word would be "Faithful." He was faithful in many ways:

• He was a faithful worker. I remember how he tried hard to be honest even when everyone else was ripping off the company. I remember how he tried to be a light, by sharing his faith, even though others did not seem interested.
• He was a faithful husband. He was faithful to his one and only love, my mother. He stuck by her through 2 bouts of cancer. As my brother put it, "Even after her death 15 years ago, a day did not go by where he did not think and talk about her." Thankfully they are together now.
• He was a faithful Christian. My earliest memories are of going to church. He was always helping out with teaching or ushering. But I especially remember that he was the one to lead me to the Lord. He later volunteered with the Gideons.

Although I regret that my daughters did not get to know him, they will still "know" him in a sense: he has passed on many positive attributes to his four sons. I know that he was proud of all of us and we will all miss him.