They also had another son, while we lived near them, who was born with a heart defect. I will never forget how sad we were to hear that the doctor had told them there was nothing to be done for him and to take him home. I remember the funeral and how sad it was to see the tiny little coffin at the front of the church. That would have been in 1950's at the beginning of the advances in heart surgery.
Uncle Melton and Aunt Frankie were so helpful to Mama and I during my Dad's last illness. When they visited us Uncle Melton would mow the yard and do chores for us and she helped us in the house. They're visits were a welcome break in our lonely and sad routine while we were caring for Daddy.
Goodbye, Aunt Frankie, I look forward to seeing you in heaven.