This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Horan Classification: Obituary Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/hFC.2ACI/833 Message Board Post: Eau Claire Leader, Eau Claire, WI, 29 Sep 1907: Frank D. Horan Buried Saturday Pathetic Story of Man Who Died Practically Alone in Tennessee The funeral of the late Frank D. Horan took place Saturday morning from St. Patrick's Church, Rev. Father Dunne officiating. The remains were laid at rest in the Catholic cemetery. Mr. Horan spent nearly his whole life in this city, having come here with his parents when but two years old. He received his education in the public schools of this city and in early manhood engaged in saw mill work, at which he was considered an expert. He was a gentleman of sterling qualities and during his long residence in out city merited the respect and esteem of those whose good fortune it was to come in contact with him in his early day life. Prior to his death he was holding an important position with a lumber company in Tennessee, and was about to return to his home and family, when without warning, he was stricken with malaria and in less than two hours thereafter he passed away. Cosgrove was friend. The only real acquaintance present at the sad ending was Mr. M. Cosgrove from Wisconsin, to whom Mr. Horan's family feel greatly indebted. The maner in which he prepared the remains for transportation, lloking after most minute details, bespeaks a kindness of heart such as the friends and especially the immediate family of the deceased will not soon forget. The incidents surrounding the closing hours of Mr. Horan's life must excite the keenest sorrow among his many friends here. Away down in Southern Tennessee, separated from home, family, practically without friends or physicians and surrounded by strangers, no lips to murmur words of kindness, no soothing hands to caress him, his spirit took its flight to the great beyond: When death came to those who have lived out the allowed time and have enjoyed the fruitition of a long and happy life, we accept the stealthy visitor with humble resignation, but when his icy touch blouches the brow of the young, in the full vigor of m! anhood we must chide him with our tears and sorrows.