I met Frank and Jorgen in 1995, and soon after that I started my first detox session with Frank. Time has passed very quickly, and now Frank is gone. As was his life, Frank's legacy is all about health, as will be this web site, so as to pass on the seeds and the fruits of all that he worked for, teaching us how to give our bodies a fresh new start.
After Frank's mother was healed of cancer at the Wigmore Institute in Boston, Frank embraced Anne Wigmore's concept, became trained in her method, and followed in her footsteps. Using Wigmore's approach, Frank helped Jorgen to heal from his liver cancer.
With his gentle, patient, and thorough bedside manner, Frank has helped about 8,000 people from all over Canada and the US, during his 30 years in practice, adding life to our years and years to our life. The six-day detox session with Frank was always intense and thorough. When it came to my health, Frank never took anything for granted, and on each visit, he interviewed me thoroughly, as if it were my first visit, to make sure that all was well with me. Every one of Frank's clients was treated in this same manner!
To allow myself to be helped by Frank, I had to face and deal with my own prejudices and misconceptions. To promote his detox program, I wrote several articles, and have spoken to many people. I now encounter the same prejudices that I had to overcome in myself. There is still much to be done before "common knowledge" includes the common sense that Frank delivered to so many, day in and day out.
I always wondered from where he got his patience, and I am convinced that each and every one of us wondered the same thing. He seemed so tireless, and even at 66 he still gave no indication that he was going to think about stopping his work. We all needed him.
But alas, Destiny intervened and stopped him in his tracks.
That tragic event made me even more determined to present Frank's ideas to the world, now, so that those of my generation, and future younger generations, may be able to benefit!
Frank I and were some kind of buddies, as many of his clients came to be. I know that he has touched so many people in the last 30 years. He gave of himself so freely, never said No to extra clients, and I know that most of you that know him will agree that you must have often wondered how he kept up with himself.
I am writing about Frank following his death. He was only 66 and looked healthy. He looked so healthy that it did not seem to occur to him that retirement time was coming. He and his brother Jorgen who also looks many years younger than his 74 years seem to have energy to burn. But the truth was that Frank did a burn out. There was no ignoring how dependent we were on him, to help us keep our body clean.
He is the major contributor to my still good health. I have been meaning to start a website about Frank and all that he and Jorgen have taught us about health. I have become progressively exasperated since first hearing Jorgen's interpretation of our medical system, that we do not have a health-care system, we have a sick-care system. I dreamed of starting to put in place a better type treatment for when it comes time for when I need to use the hospital. The ideas started formulating last year when my father passed away after undergoing an operation.
And it has always been my desire (and nagging pain in the ass to my father… and friends…) that Frank and Jorgen's way to health should proliferate.
It is unfortunate that Frank's passing is the impetus to begin the website.
It was only 4-1/2 months from when he got sick to the time that he died. I still cannot believe that he is not here. But there was not anything left of him to spread around. But he did give us the key to our health even if he is not here—he has shown us how, and I will go into it more later. Witnessing his life fall apart so abruptly was such a sting to Frank, Jorgen and to all of us—like the wasp that flew into the room at the moment when I was being informed on the telephone of his passing. The events of the past few months are never far from my thoughts these days… yesterday I was in the vegetable section staring at the October stiff deep green spinach which sent my thoughts to Frank. I will never forget him, and I hope that his life's work outlined on this website will help to improve the quality of life given to us by the health-care system.
Jorgen often repeats the saying “many a bad thing flourishes because one good man does nothing”.
Life is a Journey
by Alvin Fine
Birth is a beginning and death a destination;
But life is a journey.
A going, a growing from stage to stage:
From childhood to maturity and youth to old age.
From innocence to awareness and ignorance to knowing;
From foolishness to discretion and then perhaps, to wisdom.
From weakness to strength or strength to weakness and often back again.
From health to sickness and back, we pray, to health again.
From offence to forgiveness, from loneliness to love,
From joy to gratitude, from pain to compassion.
From grief to understanding, from fear to faith;
From defeat to defeat to defeat, until, looking backward or ahead:
We see that victory lies not at some high place along the way,
But in having made the journey, stage by stage, a sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning and death a destination;
But life is a journey, a sacred pilgrimage,
Made stage by stage... To life everlasting.
By Huguette Rainforth
I can still see Frank wearing his straw hat, a grin on his face, and sitting on his lawn tractor, mowing the grass. I can still feel his contentment as he rode back and forth, ever so slowly, taking in all of Nature’s beautiful sights and sounds that he loved so much. No matter what he did, be it work or play, he always seemed peacefully immersed in what he was doing. It is hard to imagine him gone.
Frank was intelligent, incredibly talented, and definitely had a quick wit! He had an extremely wide-ranging knowledge of all sorts of things. And, even more important, he was willing to share his knowledge unselfishly.I guess one could say that death is like a mirror in which the true meaning of life is reflected. When I think of Frank, Corinthians 13 comes to mind:
Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one.
Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
never selfish, not quick to take offence.
Frank exemplified this.
I am sure that somewhere on life's path, Frank mastered the art of living in the present moment and shed much of the ego along the way. In all the years I knew Frank, I never once heard him brag or complain, gossip, or pass judgment. I never saw him angry, or upset with anyone, or raise his voice for that matter. Frank's work was certainly both physically and emotionally demanding, yet this quiet, soft-spoken, very insightful man went about his day with professionalism, compassion, and the willingness to do what he could to help.
My heart has taught me that heroes are not found on television or movie screens. Heroes are busy, away from the limelight, doing what heroes do best—putting others before themselves, and Frank, without question, always did that.
Frank, I will always remember you as a man both strong and good, who gave his best to others and did the best he could. I will always remember you for all the compassion you showed, as a man who made a difference, and someone who meant, and will continue to mean, a lot.
“Life is a celebration,” Frank once said to me in one of our many conversations. There was this unmistakeable feeling that he had an awareness that the life essence that flowed in him flowed in all creation.