Mr. Sinatra was a symbol of truly living life to it's fullest, he was simply the greatest.

Rest in Peace, Frank.

Robert Johnston

IT SEEMS THAT THE STARS OF YESTERYEAR WERE BIGGER THAN LIFE. SINATRA, DEAN MARTIN, JOHN WAYNE, GARY COOPER, ETC. THE LIST COULD GO ON FOREVER. CERTAINLY TODAYS ENTERTAINERS ARE VERY GOOD AT WHAT THEY DO, BUT THEY WILL NEVER BE IN THE SAY LEAGUE AS THESE STARS THAT ARE ONE BY ONE LEAVING US. THE LIKES OF WHICH WE WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN. I ONCE NEW AN OLD MAN THAT I CALLED A MAKER OF MAGIC. THE IMPACT PEOPLE SUCH AS SINATRA CAUSES ME TO THINK THEY TOO, WERE MAKERS OF MAGIC. WHAT A SHAME THAT SOON, THERE WILL BE NO MAGIC LEFT IN THIS SHABBY LITTLE THING WE CALL THE WORLD. IMAGINE. NO MORE MAGIC AND NO MORE MAKERS OF MAGIC. WHAT A TRAGEDY.

CHUCK WARD

Thanks for the memory of the Astrodome in 1969, when from the cheap seats in the Astrodome, my wife Robie and I heard you sing! I think it was" Fly me to the Moon". Your life parallels ours, were in our late sixties, but we remember the Sunday afternoons you sang to us while we were loving each other. On the 19th of May, we celebrate our 47th anniversary. Thank you for Maggio, for the Joker is Wild, Pal Joey and all the rest. We love you and you kindnesses to people, all people, and you didn't bother to take credit, To your beautiful family, frank,jr. and the Girls, and you wonderful wife., we extend our heartfelt regrets they won't have you to talk to anymore.

Bye and thanks again.

Art and Robie Lynch

He had a voice as mellow and smooth as we'll ever hear. Every music collector should have at least one Sinatra CD. We will miss him. God speed

Lawrence Glas

It's kinda funny, my wife has always said I must be older than I claim (I'm 52) to be into Sinatra so much, seemed to her this was the generation that preceded she and I. I know ALL the lyrics, had ALL the albums. But being from New Jersy myself, and looking for a "swinger" I could identify with as a young teenager, someone I could emulate, for me, it was only Sinatra. One night, when I was 15 or 16, I ran out of our house, borrowed the family MG - no, I wasn't yet licensed - and headed for Jilly's on New York's west side because I had read that Frank was in town and, of course, everyone knew that was where he would likely be in the wee hours. I walked into the joint, didn't dare try ordering a drink, and just kinda hung around in the smokey back room after passing the bar, trying not to be seen. The chicks were there, of course, and it was like magic in the air, I felt like I was in the right place on the planet that night, there could be no place else to be. Forget about all my high school Harvey's. None would get it! Something happened at the front, under the canopy, a bunch of palies came roaring in, the place was abuzz and I felt a hand on my shoulder, "C'mon kid, you gotta scram, you ain't supposed to be here", and I was outta there before I could pull up my collar and catch a glimpse of the Chairman. It didn't matter, I was THERE! I felt his energy, his spirit, and I was moved. A few years back, I saw his last performance in Miami, at the arena. Yeah, there were a lot of "older folks" there, but there were a lot younger, too. My wife, who I love dearly, just kinda missed out on this one, but to all the fans around the world, Sinatra will never die, he is the music-god that transcends past and future generations, the ultimate "swinger" who did it his way, all the way, and I hold my Jack Daniels high in the air, toasting Frank, drinking to that ever-lasting spirit because I will continue to enjoy him, his music and his legacy for the rest of my life. As I know will millions more around the world. Thanks for the gift, Frank, and, especially, thanks for this wonderful weekend.

Elliot

Frank contributed so much joy to our lives and his music will live on. He did it "His Way". We sent our condolences to his lovely wife, Barbara, and his three children.

Paul and Gladys Fellows

Frank KNEW. That was the secret to his success and longevity in a business where fame is fleeting at best. Where other vocalists merely intoned the words, Frank gave them meaning, because he'd been there, and done that, as they say. Whether the upbeat, winking guy inviting us to "Come Dance With Me", beside the hard-driving Billy May, or the man at the end of his rope asking for "One More For The Road", accompanied by the haunting piano of Bill Miller, he just knew...

The end of "Angel Eyes" comes to mind here - "'Scuse me, while I disappear..." Thanks, Frank. Thanks for a wonderful trip and a ring-a-ding time.

Clint