Sandra Kay Frank
Sandra Kay Frank, 65, fiercely-loved wife, mother, grandmother, sister and dear friend, passed away peacefully Monday at Butler Memorial Hospital.
She was hard on the outside, but soft on the inside, and brought light to everyone she met.
Kay, a deeply proud southern woman, was born in Lawrenceburg, Tenn., the daughter of the late Gerald Heatherly and the late Nancy Elizabeth Boswell.
She loved country music, rides in her husband's Mustang, endless home renovation projects, watching “Days of Our Lives,” owning colorful cars, sewing and cooking until the fire alarm sounded. She was selfless, full of fire, sentimental and the first to grab you for a strong hug if you had a bad day. She loved talking for hours with her loved ones and insisted that the temperature in the house be so cold that it made everyone else chilly.
She will especially be remembered for her cooking; she made the meanest fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, corn bread stuffing and dinner rolls. She'd swat you away if you tried to help with the cooking, but happily sat in her recliner while others did the cleaning up.
Surviving are her husband of 40 years, Howard W. Frank III; and their five children, Rhonda Frank-Monnie, Kelly Schmitt, René Frank, Jeannie Bryant and Michael Davis.
Also surviving are her siblings, Cindy Dorris, Carol Mathis and Jerry Heatherly; and her seven grandchildren, Terri Motraghi, Steffani Schmitt, Kai Smith, Robert Rivers, Allen Rivers, Brady Bryant and Madison Bryant; and her great-grandchild, Vivian Motraghi. Her dog, Scooter, will miss curling up under her feet.
FRANK — The life of Sandra Kay Frank, who died Monday, March 20, 2017, will be celebrated from 2 to 4 p.m. and 7 to 9 p.m. Thursday at the Young Funeral Home, 127 W. Jefferson St., Butler. Services will be at 1 p.m. Friday at the funeral home with the Rev. Connie Dunn of the VNA Hospice officiating. Interment will be at the West Sunbury Union Cemetery.If you're sending flowers, Kay requests that you please do not send red roses or mums. She'd love wildflowers of any variety.Kay's family asks that in lieu of flowers or donations, please take a moment to hug your loved ones and tell them what they mean to you.And for those grieving, Kay would want us to think of her favorite Conway Twitty song, “Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed that with the sun's love, in spring becomes the rose.”For more information, visit www.youngfuneralhomes.com.
