Some final thoughts on Frankie

It’s hard to believe that Frankie passed away a week ago tonight. From the outpouring of love and support her family has received it certainly is clear that her life was important and it mattered to many people, despite being so short.

I’ve read a number of times from mother’s who have been given a grave diagnosis about the child they are carrying and choose to abort or induce early, that it doesn’t matter if they facilitate the immediate death of their child, because the child is going to die anyway. What does it matter when the end is the same?

But here’s the thing. It’s going to end the same no matter what. We all “end the same.” We all will die. It doesn’t matter really how long until the end, but rather what we do with the time we’ve got until then.

I think Frankie’s short life illustrated that beautifully. Despite much suffering and many set backs, Frankie loved, and she was loved. And isn’t that really the definition of a successful life!

But more than that, her family showed the world what family really means. Her mother mothered her even when it was hard, when it was scary, when it was heartbreaking. To my mind she was and is a model of Mary and continues to be so even through her grief. At the calling hours I saw a united front. A family of individuals bound together by love and grief, a grief that they will accept and even grow from.

I saw grace. And I also saw God’s love mirrored in the funeral home packed full of family and friends from near and far there to give tribute to this little saint.

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