Impossible Shoes to Fill...but at Least the Genes Fit

Frank Edward Senftle, the man, the myth, the legend. Cliches aside, Frank, or as he is more well known to my family, Grandpa, was one of the last of a dying breed. On the afternoon of 12 January 2013 ano domini, the year of Our Lord, Grandpa Senftle passed away while surrounded by his family and loved ones. Although never equipped with a sword, but rather his cane "George," Grandpa was a modern-day holy Knight. A devoutly religious family man with a sense of humor to match it. No more than a few minutes after he passed away, the power in our house went out without any reason or cause. Regardless of your belief, our family and anyone who knew Grandpa knows that that was just him tripping over a powerline on his way straight to Heaven.

Any member of the growing legacy that Frank Senftle left behind can tell you what an extraordinary man he was...on any and every level...father, grandfather, uncle, friend, scientist, parishioner, pioneer, etc. Here is a link to a website dedicated to the life and legacy of my grandpa, Frank Senftle. In my family's words and his.

Frank E. Senftle 

I wanted to post this in this forum simply because I want to show off what an amazing man and role model this guy was. He left behind impossible shoes to fill. But everyone in our family has been blessed with the passing on of his genes. His adventurous spirit, fervor for life and family, devotion to God, unmatched sense of humor, and infallible character. A wondering adventurer in his own right, it will be his demonstration of how to live a full and rich life that will inspire me on the Walkabout and the paths I land on upon my return. Out there I hope to discover how to be a fraction of the man that he was.

While your grandparents and parents may give you shoes that seem impossible to fill, you better wear the hell out of your genes trying to make them fit...

Love you, Grandpa