It feels as if the sun was blown out the night you closed your eyes forever. The world is a darker place without your smile. we'll miss you forever.

This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one Francis "Frank" Marx who was born in Florida on 09 June 1943 and passed away on 17 August 2010 at the age of 67. We will remember him forever.

At a first glance many might have feared Frank, tall and strapping and always a serious look on his face, but those who took the time to get to know him loved him. A husband, father, brother, grandfather, great-grandfather, son, uncle and a friend to many. His life was filled with tragedy, but through it all he kept a heart of gold. His deep booming laugh will not soon be forgotten by those who held him in their hearts. Frank was a true American cowboy who loved farming, his wife and kids, grandkids, great-grandkids and his extended family " The White House Boys."  He was always there to help a friend in need or to offer a shoulder to lean on.

As proud as any man could be was he.

Hard as concrete on the outside,

With a heart as soft as a spring breeze,

He wants his family to know they are loved. And to his 2nd love his        "White House Brothers" keep up the fight, and know in your heart that i took you with me in mine.~Frank

Little we knew that morning

God was going to call your name.

In life we loved you dearly.

In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

You did not go alone,

for part of us went with you

the day God called you home.

You left us beatiful memories.

Your love is still our guide and

though we cannnot see you,

you are always by our side.

Our family chain is broken and

nothing seems the same but as

God calls us one by one the chain will link again.

A DYING COWBOY'S PRAYER


The night was sprinklin' twinklin' stars
in clusters 'cross the sky...
and down below a cowboy lay,
sick....about to die.
The sky above, the earth below...
was foggy and obscured;
but in the cowboy's feverish dream,
a distant voice was heard,

"Heaven, maybe...hell, perhaps",
declared a distant voice.
"I've weighed the good and bad in you;
and heaven- that's my choice."
Though racked with pain and fever,
the cowboy hadn't died.
Fighting through the fog, the man,
with heavy heart, replied,
"If it's all the same with you,
I like it fine down here.
I'd like t' ride the range again
and rope some racin' steer.

"I like it fine down here, oh Lord!
It ain't for me up there.
I'd miss the crisp Lake city winds
a' rakin' through my hair.
I'd miss the cowboys' laughter,
their good-natured bunkhouse brawls;
the ridin' herd on moonlit nights
and hearin' cattle bawl.
The cowboys down at Nick's,
and a mug a Nick's beer.....
I'd miss 'em! Lord, I'd miss 'em!
I'd like t' stay right here!

"I'd miss ole Miltons coffee.
I'd even miss their beans.
I'd even miss my worn out boots
and dirty, beat-up jeans.
The mountain mists at mornin',
and the roarin' waterfall,
the thunder and the lightenin'
of the sudden summer squall....
dear Lord, I know I'd miss 'em.
But what I'd miss most of all,
are the roundups in the springtime
and the cattle drives each fall.

God looked around his garden
And He found an empty place.
And then He looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.


He put His arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.


He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.


He saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered"Peace be thine."


It broke our hearts to lose you .
But you didn't go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.