Lenore B. Frank
I would love to share a picture of Steve when we where kids, but I can?t. All the pictures are in boxes, packed away for the next time we would have gotten together. His passing was so quick. Nothing to share, except to say I loved my brother, my big brother. I will remember all the times he had to drag me along on his dates (cause Dad made him), and I loved it. Going to the drive-in with his best friend Darrel and watching Psycho and eating Reds Hot Tamales from the snack bar. He was great with advice; sometimes asked for and some times not, and I loved it. Now these, and all the rest of my memories, are just that – my memories – ’cause he isn?t here to share them, to laugh with me and poke fun and to just enjoy together. I will miss him, forever. Lenore B. Frank