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Frank Robert Bosi

(9/7/1918) - (1/11/2001)

Frank Robert Bosi was born on September 7, 1918 in Bureau County Hospital in Princeton, Illinois. He was educated at Ladd Public Hall Township Highschool. Frank was married to Rose Mary Grygienc on April 24, 1952 in Chicago, Illinois. Rose Mary Grygienc was born on September 20, 1933. Franks hobbies included woodworking and fishing. Frank and Rose Mary had the following children:

Frank Robert Bosi JR.

Alana Louise Bosi

Audrey Lynn Bosi

Lawrence Bosi

Anna Bosi

Dennis Bosi


Frank Robert Bosi, Sr. Beloved husband of Rose Mary. Loving father of Frank (Laurie), Audrey (Thomas) Maiella, Lawrence (Patti), Anna (Charles) Huckaba, Dennis and the late Alana Bosi. Proud grandfather of 15 and great grandfather of 9. Dear brother of Arthur (Mary) and Henry (Vivian)and Theresa (Ralph) Grossman. Funeral Monday 9:15 a.m. from Blake-Lamb Funeral Home, 4727 W. 103rd. Street, Oak Lawn to St. Gerald Church Mass 10:00 a.m. Interment Private. Visitation Sunday 12 Noon - 9:00 p.m.

In lieu of flowers it would be appreciated if you would send memorials in memory of Frank Bosi to:

Hospice of Kankakee Valley
1015 N. Fifth Ave. Suite 5
Kankakee, Illinois 60901-2011.

For more information call 773-735-4242 or 708-636-1193

We would like to share with you our feelings of our father, grandfather and great grandfather.

"Our Father: He was a very compassionate and loving man. He always tried to put himself in other peoples place. He taught us to turn our cheeks to other less forgiving people. We were taught that no matter what other people do we do not have to lower ourselves to keep our self-respect and remember always where we came from."

"We were never rich with material things, but what we had as a family could never be explained in words. The core of your soul should come from within your family, it keeps you humble and makes you a true person."

"Dad taught us to be strong individuals and to have in pride in all we do. He showed us his love in so many ways. With just a gesture with from hands when he could not speak or a simple shake with his and your little pinky we knew the love that he had for his children was the utmost importance in his heart."

"Dad would come home from work and we would sit in his bedroom and he would tell us stories about a fictional horse named YNOP. We were so engrossed in the stories that we never realized that YNOP meant PONY just spelled backwards. He would record these messages for us for when he was not here to tell our grandchildren or great-grandchildren."

"Dad was a very strong willed person he was very understanding, but he could be stern when necessary. He wanted his children to know the difference between right and wrong and also learn the consequences of your actions. He always told us ďif you make your bed you must lie in itĒ. This was one of Dadís favorite saying when he trapped you to one of his LECTURES. We as his children dreaded the famous lecture from Dad. We all agreed that we would rather be beaten with a belt than listen to Dad tell us he was ashamed of what we had done. Disappointing Dad was one thing we never wanted to do."

"Dad could not be any prouder of his family until he was blessed with grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Each one was special to Dad. He gave them all a nickname to show their uniqueness. He could not wait to see the kids. And the kids could not wait to go and see Grandpa. He loved working in the woodshop and have the kids working with him. Dad would give the grandkids some wood, hammer, and nails. By the time their project was over there would be 2 pounds of wood and 10 pounds of nails invested in the project. But Dad never complained, in fact he still has some of those projects around to remind him of times gone by."

"It is hard to write how we feel about our Father. Words cannot describe a manís greatness, but look around and see the final product of his love. There is not a person who is here listening to these words that cannot say Dad did not touch their heart in some way. Our Father may be gone from our presence now, but he will live on in all of our hearts till we are together again as a family in Gods home."

My Grandfather, Frank Bosi

As a grandfather, he taught of respect for your mother and father and not to be afraid to show your love for them. He spoke of forgiveness of others, regardless of what they have done. Also, my grandfather practiced what he preached, and never held a grudge against others. He taught me not to judge others and accept people as they are.

My grandfather never completed high school, yet he was the most intelligent man I ever had the pleasure of conversing with. Anyone who had the opportunity to have a conversation with him knew how he loved to share his life experiences with others. From the stories of running moonshine, early adulthood on his own, racing cars, and general life experiences, there was much to learn from him.

We will all miss Frank Bosi in our own way. As long as we remember him and his life, then he never truly leaves us. I know I am a better person because of his involvement in my life. I ask us all to remember our belief in everlasting life, and that we all shall be together as a family once again in heaven.
Your Grandson
Wally Guy

Here is a paper written by Dennis Bosi about his father, Frank for a school project...

My father is enjoying his 79th year. He is a person that loves life and his family. He is a compassionate person who likes to work with his hands. Particular to detail in his work, his patience allows him to craft beautiful furnishings. He has always been active, but since his health problems his lifestyle is limited to less strenuous activities. His experience as a boy growing up during the great depression has formed the individual that I know today. A person who can enjoy the simple things that life has to offer.

His graying hair is thick and wavy as I always remember it to be. Although the graying continues, the black is still very dominant. His face is still full with character and lines of aging show little change over the last twenty years. The medium build is still intact except for the waist that is not much larger than the ideal proportion. Dad has always been a well-dressed man.

Frank known to his friends, Mr. Bosi to the neighbors, to me he is always Dad. He always has been a person who enjoys making things with his hands. His garage seldom sees the car in it, instead there is every machine for woodworking you could picture placed strategically around the garage. Every piece kept clean and stored in its place when not being used.

A perfectionist, he can not accept any job until every detail is the way he wants it to be. To see any of his woodworkings you could only appreciate this trait. It is amazing to see his projects as they move from beginning to end. Even when making duplicate items, he will vary them a little to add distinction to each of them. The ducks he made for my two brothers and I were even made differently. One of the heads faces left, one right, and the third faces straight. The detail is amazing, from the feathers carved on the body to the ring carved around its neck. The hours he must have spent to create this beautiful image from the block of wood it once was, is truly a testament to his exactness.

Many times I call upon dad for some advise with my problems. As if a psychiatrist, he listens to me as I explain the dilemma I am experiencing. Unlike a shrink, he has answers and usually good advise. He is a very compassionate person willing to help me with any problems large or small. During the past three years I have turned to dad for support and advise with my divorce, and he was always there for me. He reminded me of what was important, to keep focused on the issues at hand, and not become involved in trivial quarrels. Keep the children out of the battle, that they are just innocent bystanders. "Never talk badly of their mother when the kids are around, after all, she is their mother. Your lawyer will handle the legalities that is what he is paid to do. The rest will work out itself" he said. Dad is always a source of information that seems to be endless with knowledge. Knowledge that when I has in my teenage years never made sense to me, although, now that I am in my forties I can really appreciate it.

He enjoys spending time with his family especially with his grandchildren. I can watch his when he is with my three girls. He might tell them some of the stories he would tell my other siblings and I when we were kids ourselves. One of my favorites was about his pony Ynop, that is pony spelled backwards. He tells of adventures that he and Ynop would go on together. Sometimes it would be the Rocky Mountains or maybe out in the Sonoma Desert, but whatever the location, the story would keep you captivated. My kids listen with the same enthusiasm I had, and still do to hear these stories again. He may sit down at the keyboard and start to play a tune. The next thing you know everyone is singing along. He can sit with the children and talk about what is happening at school, how are their grades, how their friends are doing. He might get them over to his computer and have them show him how to do certain functions, which he seldom remembers. Before they leave there is always something for each child. It could be something he had made for them or something as simple as a dollar, it is a tradition.

Dad's health is not the best but, he does the best he can to do as much of the activities that he has always enjoyed. He has a degerative lung disease that gives him use of only half of one lung. He has been on oxygen contantly for the past five years. This has had an impact on some of his favorite hobbies, especially fishing. The man loves to fish. Many times we have spent the day out on the lake or his favorite place, the Wolf River in Fremont Wisconsin. He lived right on the river for sixteen years. You could walk out the front door for twenty feet and you would be standing in the water. He speaks often of his days in Wisconsin. He could sit there for hours and watch as the river flowed by from the enclosed porch. The birds would eat at the feeders that he and my mother hung outside the window. Now if it is not too windy or too cold he might go out to the Kankakee River for a few hours, these times are not often. The fishing in Illinois is not the same for him. It is like the difference of the road ways in Illinois to Wisconsin, when you cross the border to Wisconsin even my old Buick rides like a Caddy, as the roadway, so is the difference in the fishing. The Sunday mornings in the fall when we would get up at six a.m. to go hunting are only memories now. The last time I can recall hunting with Dad has to be seventeen years ago. We talk of the times we had hunting, some of the dogs he had owned, and how we enjoyed the whole day. His respect for the outdoors was instilled in me through these outings. Leave the surroundings the way you found them. Do not litter or distroy, never take more game then you could use.

My father is of outstaning character. He can think of situations and deal with them in his caring and compassionate way. The old saying a friend in need is a friend indeed only shows me that my Dad is more than my father, he is also my friend. As I spend time with him I realize one day he will be gone, but I shall always have him with me through the ideals he has taught to me.

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