Frank’s Phone Call

I had a delightful message when I checked my phone today.  It went something like this:

Brother Bob, it’s your brother, “Frank.”  Hope you are doing well.  

I want to let you know for sure that when I call regularly, I’m not in trouble or anything like that. 

I admire what you do and have been thinking of you often.

I want to send some love toward you, like you send to people.  Instead of saying:
“Can I have something
 Can I use your phone
 Can you take me here
 Can you have this for me,”

Instead of doing that I’m calling to say “how’s it going?”  Please call back at least twice a year!!  (Then he laughs and ends with, “I love ya.”)

So, I called back. 

Frank has moved to the west side and doesn’t get here much anymore….

-Br. Bob