This is Uncle Frank on his 97th Birthday July 24, 2010 and his beautiful grand-daughter Carla. I love the way she looks at him, and touches him, and the joyous smile on his face. That’s Amore~
Good shows us Signs but when he does, don’t act like you can’t read!
When my mother was pregnant with me, she would put on a bikini and lay in the sun everyday. In Bud, West Virginia on July 24, 1970 was the hottest day of the year. My mom could not wait to throw on her bikini and get out in the sunshine. Little did she know my desire to see the sunshine was a little bit stronger than hers, and thus the beginning of this beautiful lifetime.
As you well know, I love talking about my grandparents and growing up in West Virginia. Today I want to tell you about someone else who is very special in my life. My grandfathers brother Frank and I share a birthday. This year I turned 40 and Uncle Frank turned 97.
The first memory I have of Uncle Frank is when I was four. My mom, grandmother, and I had driven to he and Aunt Polly’s house on Turkey Creek. It was my birthday and also Uncle Franks. Even at the tender age of four I loved FOOD. Sitting there on my mothers lap at the kitchen table I told Aunt Polly is was mine and Uncle Franks Birthday and I asked her to please make us a Peanut Butter cake, and she did.
When the day was over I left with $2 in my pocket and a long haired white cat with blue eyes named “Sparkle” (I was four, it seemed like a good name for a cat) and a feeling of love like you would not believe.
Maybe it was because the chocolate cake with peanutbutter icing was so good, but I image the real truth is it was because of the love that was surrounding me that day. There was a very special bond between my Uncle Frank and I from that day forward.
Fast forward…to 2006 ~~ We were having our annual Sizemore/Lester reunion and I was facing a huge decision in my life. My marriage was only getting worse, and I was beginning to feel more and more in a prison. Of course I went to the family reunion with these thoughts on my mind, when I all I really wanted to do was visit with my family. I had been given a job opportunity in Florida, I could break free from the bondage I had chosen on my path, and have a chance for a new life. I would be able to break free of the bondage, but it would also mean leaving my family and everything I had known all my life behind in WV.
I shut my eyes as I walked down to the picnic shelter and said a silent prayer. “If it is meant for me to move to Florida, God show me a sign.” Uncle Frank was the first person I saw at the reunion, on his face a beautiful angelic smile and on his head a hat that simply said “Florida”.
Today I celebrated my 40th Birthday, with gratitude and love!