Dear Frankie,
Coming from a large family,we all knew this moment, never spoken out loud, would someday come.
It was not surprising to me, that you again would lead the way, this time to Heavens gates.
We all so looked forward to those rare trips home. You always made the common day to day events, a new adventure, from the wood rides to Quaker Bridge to climbing the firetower at Batsto.
One of my warmest memories of those trips home, were the tales told by a bonfire, which turned into a traditional event during all trips home,even in the mists of the humid, summer evenings in South Jersey.
In the tradition of Jen and Stella, you became the family storyteller. The
tales of Basheabe the witch, the Monkey Hole, the Highway Man -Joe Mulliner, and of course, the Jersey Devil, were passed on, to a new generation.
Dearest Frankie, know that those stories will continue after you, and know that those precious ones, who are still to come later to this earth, will hear those tales.
We await your final journey home, and have a spot overlooking Batsto Creek await you and your beloved Lori.
Love, Muffie
