It is with broken hearts and cherished memories that our family announces Frank's passing, peacefully at home on April 8 at age 59. Frank was a complex man, a rock'n'roll banker, a romantic with a passion for punctuality, a lover of both daily consistency and the surprise of a grand gesture. He found peace in his garden, and in gazing up at the night sky or out to the sea. He adored his wife of 33 years, Sue Mercedez De Castro, and his children, Kik and Dave. He loved music, his guitars, good food and a good smoke. He delighted in annual vacations to the Bahamas. He grew fabulous tomatoes and liked to think he brought back the bees. Frank's big personality and singular style invited nicknames. He was variously known as Frankie D., Frankie Tomato or the Metronome Man for his precision. But most cherished was "Papa Pappardelle," used by his kids. He attended every one of his daughter's dance performances from age 7 to university, and enjoyed absurdly renaming every piece. He cheered on his son in hockey and soccer and also became his coach. Frank was the suitor who showed up to court the woman he would marry with a red rose in his teeth, wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of Amarone and piece of fine parmigiano in the other. He set up lawn chairs for them to watch the stars. He caught a firefly for her. And, of course, he set it free. Birthdays were celebrated with musical safaris to Nashville, Memphis, New Orleans, Las Vegas. Frank arranged a sunset horseback trip in the foothills of Texas. "It was the closest to Heaven on Earth I have ever experienced," Mercedez recalls. They rode into that mystic night alive and in love. Their song was "Jackson" by Johnny Cash and June Carter because, as Frank liked to say, they "got married in a fever." They performed in living rooms and backyards, even at a friend's wedding. Frank was devoted to his many lifelong friends. He loved his community. One of his favourite rituals was to stroll the neighbourhood with his wife on his arm and his children by his side. He headlined Bowood Avenue street parties with his band The Loud Neighbours, notes hanging in the warm summer air, his friends and local kids dancing in the streets. "Not everyone gets to live out their alter ego," he would say. "But we do, and rock'n'roll allows us to do that." If you took yourself too seriously, his advice would be expressed in Italian. "Basta!!" Friends said they felt more Italian just knowing him. His famous hairstyle was adopted after watching Michael Corleone in The Godfather. It was cut exactly the same way for 30 years by Mike and his dad at Corallo's barbershop. People who knew Frank joked his hair could take a bullet. Frank was educated at St. Margaret Catholic School, St. Michael's College School, York University and earned his MBA at the University of Windsor. He worked at the TD Bank for 33 years. He loved his job, was the first one in the office every morning, and found joy tackling numbers and solving problems with his team. He made sure his kids opened a bank account and taught them the value of a dollar and working hard to earn it. "You have to put some skin in." Frank kept his promises. If he told you he was going to be there, he was there, half an hour early. "Consistency is what makes a great man," was a mantra often repeated while smoking a cigar - something he also did consistently. He had an old-world soul and a surprising vulnerability. He found it easier to give than to receive. He was a lover of words, but often didn't give himself permission to share them. He could entertain a crowd but preferred to keep his struggles to himself. You knew you were loved by Frank Di Nino if he poured you a drink in the backyard, made you a meal from his garden, or spent time bending your ear about his favourite bands. He will be remembered for how he played a song, his laugh, how he whipped up a feast, the click of his cigar lighter, his soulful music from classical to classic rock to the blues. Most of all, he will be remembered for how he made people feel. Welcomed. Special. Loved. Frank was brother and friend to Karen Lamy, devoted son of Con Di Nino and the late Sheila Di Nino. He was son-in-law to Jenny and Dave (deceased) and Jackie (deceased); brother-in-law to Georges (deceased), Pat and Peter, Cassandra (deceased) and Karl, Charm and Ken, Duane and Katy, Ryan and Heather. He will be forever celebrated by his beautiful cugi, cousins, nieces and nephews around the world. Donations in Frank's memory may be made to Another Road Addiction Recovery Centre (anotherroad.ca).