There are two things that came to mind today that I want to be sure to remember about Frankie. One is, his shirts are always buttoned incorrectly. It is the cutest thing. He's always off at least one button, always. Oh, and he always puts his turtlenecks on backwards. It's never a fifty-fifty thing, they're always backwards. But that isn't the second thing.
The second thing is how he looks at someone passing away. A couple of years ago, when the pope died, Frank caught glimpses of some of the media coverage. He came to me and said, "I don't understand Mom, why are all these people crying?" I told him they were sad because the pope died. He said, "That doesn't make any sense. This is the happiest day of his life, he gets to go to HEAVEN." He really emphasized the word heaven, with so much feeling that I envied his conviction.
When my mother's dog, Trooper, died a few weeks ago, he echoed the same opinion. He said, "Mom, can you IMAGINE what dog heaven must be like?" He said it with such enthusiastic veracity, I once again found myself envying the depth of his belief.
True to form, Frank is quiet and cautious with me right now. However, Micki told me that Doug and Frank stopped by the market either while I was gone or right after I got back. She asked him how he was doing and he walked right over to hug her, which was probably more letting her hug him. I feel that way about her too. I am thankful for her presence every day.
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