Birth date: Mar 28, 1969 Death date: Aug 22, 2016
ERNEST FRANK RHODES, JR., 47, of Memphis, died unexpectedly Monday afternoon, August 22, 2016 at Northwestern University Hospital in Chicago. He was the first-born to doting parents, Ernest Sr. and Donna Rhodes. He leaves his fath Read Obituary
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Frank & I were coworkers, friends, & roomies back in the Cooker days. He was a gentle soul who always placed others above himself. A devoted son, brother, & friend who made the world a better place. We had some “adventures” back in the day. The first MLB game I ever saw live was with Frank. Game 2 of the 1995 World Series to see his 2 favorite teams- the Braves & Indians. No selfies, no photos, just memories burned in my mind. RIP, buddy.
I remember being in homeroom with Frank in 1983, I had just started at Kirby and coming in I only knew two people at the school, one being my sister. We were quick friends, not uncommon for anyone who knew Frank but much appreciated by me coming from New Jersey to this strange land called Tennessee. We both had a passion for sports, and a competitive streak too that was evident when we were in PE class.We both decided we would tryout for the basketball team that year. Here you have two “slow” white boys in relative terms but we both could shoot lights out. We pushed each other to the limit, and encouraged each other on the court. We both made it to the 3rd round of cuts, make it one more round and we were on the team!I remember the heartache when the coach told us we didn’t make it. He told us to work on defense and join a church league to get experience… especially me since I had never played organized basketball in my life.So that is how the story ends, in failure, because my church didn’t have a team and I never tried out for basketball again. Except that it doesn’t end there, it wasn’t a failure, we had gotten further than a lot of people ever dreamed, except probably us.I had a different strut in my step after that tryout, much more confident that I was part of this new school, in this strange land and that I belonged. Frank and I weren’t in the same homeroom the next year and made new friends as high school went on. But for 33 years l have remembered Frank and I trying out for Kirby basketball. I remember competition. I remember encouragement. I remember I could not have done it without him. I remember that he changed my life. I remember my friend, Frank Rhodes.With my deepest condolences, David Tobin
