Frankie's Response, Part Two

In which Frankie replies to his mother's heartfelt letter.

Dear Mum,

Thank you so much for the letter. It arrived just as I was heading out for work, and I’ll be honest, I ended up sitting in the car for ten minutes just reading it over.

I’d completely forgotten about that green folder. I thought it had been lost in one of the moves or maybe thrown out years ago. To think it was still tucked under that old, dusty amp all this time. You’re right, though, as soon as I saw your description of them, the lyrics started coming back. Some of them are probably best left in the past (did I really think I was that deep at nineteen?), but some of those songs... we really did have something, didn't we?

I laughed out loud at the mention of the leather outfits. Susan caught me smiling and wanted to know what was so funny, I don’t think I’m quite ready to show her the photos of the "Battle of the Bands" yet. I might need a few more years before I can handle the teasing! But you’re right, Joe and Michael were incredible. Michael’s death is still the reason I find it hard to pick up a guitar sometimes. It just doesn't feel the same without that rhythm section behind me. I do visit his grave every now and then, but I haven’t spoken to his parents in a while. Maybe finding this folder is a sign that I should reach out.

It hit me quite hard, you saying the room looks bare now. I know it’s for the best, and you and Dad deserve to have your own space back, but a part of me always liked knowing that little time capsule was there.

I’m so sorry we haven't been down to see you both lately. You know how it is, the weeks just seem to sprout wings and disappear. Work has been a bit of a nightmare, and Susan’s been busy with the new project, but that’s no excuse. I feel terrible about Nan. I didn't realize she was struggling that much. You’re right about the music coming from her; I still remember her playing that old upright piano when I was tiny.

Tell Dad to watch out for that "grit" in his eye. He always was a terrible liar when it came to being sentimental.

Don’t put the folder in the loft just yet. I’ll come down this weekend, I’ll bring some proper biscuits, and maybe we can look through the rest of the boxes together. I'd like to see the room one last time before it officially becomes the "guest space."

Give Dad a nudge for me, and I’ll see you on Saturday afternoon. Love to Susan is passed on, she sends her love back and says she’s looking forward to a proper catch-up.

Love you, Mum. See you soon.

Frankie xxx