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Memorial created 03-3-2009 by
pat allgood
fayeroe
May 25 2002 - February 18 2009

NOTHING IS THE SAME WITHOUT HER

Our favorite place. The garden. Those deer horns are from a deer that my dad killed in the 40s. We lived on a ranch and putting meat on the table was hard. We were poor.

I've moved those horns 3-4 times. They are huge..And I'll move them back to their home place soon.

 

LITA, FAYE'S SISTER

THE GIRL WHO WALKS TO HER OWN DRUMMER>

 

TIPPY IN WYOMING..300,000 MILES

February 17, 2011

I know that Fayedy is with Tippy now. He is such a kind soul and I know he is looking after her. He knows that tomorrow is her second Angel Day and knows I'm very sad today.   He surrounds me with his love. He was with me when Smutty got his wings and he knew that I needed extra love that day.

 

FAYE WAS THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS

Fayeroe loved her flowers. She would walk around sniffing each one. I really miss her when I am in the gardens.

 

MIKEE

A STUMP FOR A TAIL

You can't buy loyalty, they say
I bought it though, the other day;
You can't buy friendship, tried and true,
Well just the same, I bought that too.
I made my bid, and on the spot
Bought love and faith and a whole job lot
Of happiness, so all in all
The purchase price was pretty small.
I bought a single trusting heart,
That gave devotion from the start.
If you think these things are not
for sale, Buy a brown-eyed puppy with
a stump for a tail.

 

--- author unknown ---

 

I CAN SEE FAYEDY'S STAR

My Star

  by: Robert Browning (1812-1889)

 

 

All that I know
Of a certain
star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!

 

Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I
love it.

 
FAYE'S MORNING GLORIES
HAPPY TRAILS
 

FAYEROE AND TIPPY IN THEIR STUDIO

Music by Dr. Ralph Stanley and Jim Lauderdale.

"You'll Find Her Name Written There". I could not find lyrics better than these for Fayedy. Thanks, Jim, for writing them.

 

FRED

"to live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go"

Mary Oliver

 

FAYEROE'S GUARDIAN ANGEL

Mother Mary turned around and spoke slowly as she said,

lets watch these morning glories bloom then pointed to sweet Fayeroe's head.

she raised her arms with all her might and then held her head below
To honor one of the purest souls the heavens were to ever know.
A girl so lean and so very proud within the fields she lay,
diamonds sparkle within her eyes without a word to say.
She may be humble and she may be shy but the angels would truly know,
as they watched their fields turn to gold beneath a lone rainbow.
Sometimes the very prominent ones
are invisible within our view,
that dwell amongst the golden hay and reflect that part of you.
~L.Bach~

This most wonderful poem in the world, was written by Linda and Milo for Fayeroe's Second Angel Day........February 18, 20100..words can't express what this means to me. Nothing could express how Fayeroe is.......not like this does.

 
SAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISI

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