“Hi Frogs eyes, what you been up to”. Frankie was forever embarrassing me with this pet name he had for me,(and the bastard knew it.)
Its not that I had a lot to do with Frankie during my formative years but that was still too much. Secretly I adored him.
Frankie moved in with Alma when I had just reached double figures. Alma was soon to give birth to Frankies first son. It was a big shock to know they were defying all the societal traditions not to get married. I mean, here they were living in “sin” but hell they were in love and in the fifties real love was still around.
I also witnessed the dissoulution of this great love as Alma went back to her husband shortly after the birth of her second son.
Frankie never remarried.
Today Frankie died. A tragedy they said. A cane harvester rolled and he was mangled in the blades
Frankie I hope you know how much I loved you. You were my hero and the best uncle ever.