"It was as hard for Frankie to smile when the tumor was malignant...
...as it was for my dad to cry after. But they both managed it.
I'm going to switch this off now. It's not the way I want to see Frankie anymore.
Do you still have a picture of me in your head? Well, that's the picture I want to have of Frankie.
The one that you can keep in your head forever. So when you go back to reality...
I'll ask Frankie...to please, please - let me go."
I'll do a proper post after I get cleaned up. Cheerio.
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I hope so. I want something to read... This day is sauntering by.. and here I am.. dull and dolorious.
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