Sandra Kay Frank

September 22, 1951 - March 20, 2017

Sandra Kay Frank, 65, fiercely-loved wife, mother, grandmother, sister, and dear friend, passed away peacefully on Monday, March 20, 2017 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, TN, 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, cornbread 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, Madison Bryant, and her great-grandchild Vivian Motraghi. Her dog Scooter will miss curling up under her feet. Kay’s life will be celebrated at Young Funeral Home, Ltd., 127 W. Jefferson St., Butler, on Thursday, March 23, 2017 from 2-4 & 7-9 PM. Services will be held at the funeral home on Friday, March 24, 2017 at 1 PM with Reverend Connie Dunn of VNA Hospice officiating. Interment in the West Sunbury Union Cemetery. If sending flowers, Kay requests PLEASE no red roses or mums. She’d love wildflowers of any variety. Kayro’s family ask 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.”