One memorable thing that Frannie had a unique talent with was with giving life to some dried, wilted and seemingly forgotten shaft of a plant. Not too many years ago she took a meager cutting of what annually grew at our deceased uncle's grave. He had died in infancy in 1925 and a plant tried to stretch it's green stems upward but failed to produce anything. Frannie rooted the greenling and gave it to me to plant in my garden. The following year, we had a beautiful, aromatic floribunda pink rose that continues to thrive today. Frannie's green thumb coaxed it into an initial breath of life.
I love you Auntie Fran. All my life, you’ve been the spirited elder and whom we spent many of our days and occasions with. You’ve shouldered our love and pain, our sadness and joys and we’ve done the same. Puzzles, games of Othello, watching soap operas, tv series and movies, morning coffees with you and Lobo, and as time passed holidays, family gatherings and family history were thrown into the mix. Rest easy knowing we will honor your wishes with all the love we have for you.
This is one of my favorite photos of us.