Faye was a good and innocent soul. She was so generous to open up her home every Friday night to all the bluegrass and old-time pickers in and around Ashe County during the 1980s into the 1990s. Our family loved Faye very much.
AWAY
(James Whitcomb Riley)
I can not say, and I will not say
That she is dead. - She is just away!
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
She has wandered into an unknown land,
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you - O you, who the wildest yearn
For the old-time step and the glad return, -
Think of her faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here;
And loyal still, as she gave the blows
Of her warrior-strength to her children's foes. -
Mild and gentle, as she was brave, -
When the sweetest love of her life she gave
To simple things: - Where the violets grew
Blue as the eyes they were likened to,
The touches of her hands have strayed
As reverently as her lips have prayed:
When the little brown thrush that harshly chirred
Was dear to her as the mocking-bird;
And she pitied as much as someone in pain
A writhing honey-bee wet with rain. -
Think of her still as the same, I say:
She is not dead - she is just away.