Fran was my best friend, and still remains the best friend I have ever had. We worked together at ...
Fran was my best friend, and still remains the best friend I have ever had. We worked together at a printing factory on 3rd shift together. After work we would sit at her kitchen table drinking cup after cup of coffee, and smoking our cigeretts. We would laugh and laugh. Her Kitchen table heard many stories, and caught many tears. I had moved to another town about a month before she was diagnosed with cancer. The pain I still feel for not being closer is sometimes too much to bare. Whenever I had a day off... usually Mondays... I would drive over and spend the day with her. Sometimes dr. apts, on good days lunch, and on the not so good days we would just lay on her bed watching CMT or some other show. She would drift in an out of sleep while we visited. I remember she was sleeping one time there towards the end... It was a bad day. So I lay next to her watching tv just hanging out and the song from Alan Jackson, "Sissy's Song" came on. I had to fight with everything I had not to break down and cry.... and then when the part of the song came on, "Don't worry 'bout me" Fran spoke. Never opened her eyes, but said, "Sarah, the song is right... Don't worry about me. I'm gonna be just fine." With a whole in my heart the size of the world, I smiled my best smile and said I know honey. Your gonna be just fine. We'll get you fixed up, and one day look back on this and say WOW that was nothin." When I left to head back home I could only make it two blocks before having to pull over and cry my eyes out. I sobed and sobed because I knew my friend was dying and there was nothing I could do. A few weeks later I received a call from her daughter letting me know she was gone.
This September marks 4 years since she passed and I miss her more today than ever before. I regret not keeping in touch with her children after saying goodbye but I didn't know how. I had their numbers yes, but I didn't know how to ...... I know she's flying high with the angels watching over everyone, and I know that somewhere up there she has a Kitchen table waiting, Coffee Brewing, and many more stories to share.
Frances Castle.... you will always remain ... Forever my sister, Forever my friend. Rest in peace.
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