Frank Vogt died the other day. He was 85. Most of you won’t know him. That’s the way it is in life. You know some, you meet some, you stay in touch and you get to hang out together for a moment or two. We each have the opportunities in our lives to touch a little piece of another’s life and if we’re lucky it resonates with our own and something called friendship results.
We come into the glorious existence called life to live a little, cry a little, laugh a little, love a little and then we pass, leaving a shadow of memory for family and a few friends and acquaintances who linger in this density for only a little while longer till we too move into the beyond of corporal understanding.
I knew Frank Vogt in a very small way, but it was a big knowing for his credentials in life’s work amplified the personal persona that he shared with friends and colleagues. I knew of him as a former FBI agent, I knew he was a District Attorney, a judge, and those accomplishments were part of his professional life. I knew he was a father and a husband and a friend to many. I knew that he laughed easily and could turn a phrase with wit. What I really knew of Frank Vogt was that he was an intelligent conversationalist, a fun partner in golf, an elegant competitor and a man who always remembered the little things that mattered to me and I suspect in private personal conversations also to others.
When a body dies, when a soul passes to other realms, it is truly a time to rejoice for the soul has finished what it came here to do. All endings should have a celebration. Our earthly farewell to Frank should be as glorious as his welcome home in that other place we all deeply know exists, but are too often hesitant, and too timid to acknowledge as the truth of being.
Goodbye Frank, we’ll all see you soon and thanks for all your courtesies. The eternal light is now brighter.
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I have enjoyed reading all of your blogs to date, but have just had the opportunity to post. I found your blog while doing a search on Mark McEwen. I was a fan of the Morning Progam and enjoyed watching you all every weekday morning in 1987 on Channel 5 in Raleigh while getting ready for school.
I enjoyed what you had to say about the accomplishments of the soul. I feel that we as a human race are sometimes all too caught up in the physical and not the spiritual. I agree with you that when the soul has accomplished its' task and takes its' leave from us, we should celebrate because the soul is going to its' reward!!!!
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