Frankie's Gone But Not Forgotten

Frankie is gone but not forgotten. This past Sunday was his two year death anniversary. I hate death anniversaries. I know I should have called his parents. They are my second cousins but what do I say?

This Labor Day I will hopefully be volunteering at the telethon. Last year there was a hurricane warning so it was cancelled in Miami.

I miss Frankie.

Two years ago, my friend Esteban was helping me in my apartment when I found out that Frankie died. Now two years later, Esteban came over to help me again. But this time on the anniversary of Frankie's death. I have to tell you that I thought it was a weird coincidence.

I told one of my cousins but she simply rolled her eyes at me.

It got even more eerie.

On Sunday, my dog got ill all over the floor in front of my bedroom and front door. So on the day I am supposedly moving into my new apartment, I am cleaning dog junk. Then Esteban arrives to tell me that the van broke down. How lovely!

However, Esteban is a resourceful and optimistic guy and decides that he can fix the van at least to get me into my new apartment.

I thought it was extremely kind of him to help me on his only day off. He works six days a week for at least 12 hours a day. Yet there he was with a happy smile and willing to work. I know so many people who talk the talk but very few who walk the walk. Esteban walks and talks! (not a disabled joke people!)

My brother goes to the new apartment to sweep the bedroom out and calls me to tell me that the apartment is not ready. It seems it is a mess. Esteban and I go over to the apartment since it is in the same complex as the apartment I am in now. We get there and see that it is definitely not fit to move in.

Basically, the move has been cancelled due to dog manure, van failure and apartment issues. I don't know whether to cry or scream or simply laugh at the whole situation.

Esteban said it is not meant to be today and that I will have to wait for another day. I think he can see that I am about to breakdown and tells me that he will move me no matter what even if he has to do it after his work shift.

The funny part was that the day before on Saturday, I was exhilerated and grateful for everything in my life and the next day I feel like screaming at the birds!

My cousin, Alexandra, said I needed to get out of the apartment and take a break.

Esteban leaves, Alexandra picks me up and off we go to Barnes and NOble.

I am thinking of Frankie the whole time. I look over my shoulder and there is a lady with two boys. One boy is in an electric wheelchair and the other one is walking on his tippy toes. They have MD. Today Sunday July 17th, I see two boys with MD at Barnes and Noble on a day I shouldn't even be there. Coincidence? I think not!

So that is my freaky Frankie story.

I miss him.

Great Days Lke These Should Be Bottled Up For Those Bad Days

I think the title says it all. Today has been a great day. I can't put it in words. I felt great! When I looked in the mirror I looked great! Compliments everywhere about how great I looked.

There were no huge problems today.

I had a great relaxing morning. Then when I went to work I did nothing! Absolutely nothing. Actually, other people might think I did some work but the things that they asked me to do was really nothing.

I don't know why but I am giddy and happy and feeling great!

Ok tomorrow I will write about something serious or meaningful. Today I want to enjoy the happy feeling.

If I could keep this feeling in a bottle like perfume I would dab a few drops every morning.

The magazine is doing extremely well. I can't say enough about it.

I need to find a co editor. Someone who really does work!

But in the meantime, I am ok with doing the work solo.

Ciao world!