Claudia D Morris
Dear Barbara, you probably don't remember me. I went to high school with Frank; I think we had something going on but I was petrified and would clam up. So very sorry to discover the death of my dear friend. I exchanged messages on FB last year when he was helping you out with your husband's surgery. What a great brother. I'll always remember his inviting me to go to the Cotton Carnival Secret Society parties at the hotels downtown. You were our chaperone. It was great fun.
I know you must be devastated over losing Frank. He was always the consummate gentleman, very erudite even as a teenager. Oh! the hours we spent on the phone! I remember his voice and his laugh. I was listening to "Time Passages" and I was reminded via some of the lyrics of wanting to go back and try to explain things and all that. Frank looks just as I imagined he would-handsome as always. I am grateful for the memories he left with me.
I know that the Lord has dispatched His angels to walk with you as you and your family grieve. Thank you for a chance to share a memory or two here.
Sincerely,
Claudia Culbreath Darr Morris
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