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Faye Hall
June 13, 1938 ~ January 10, 2018 (age 79) 79 Years Old Light a Candle
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A candle was lit by Sydney and Gary Toups
on January 18, 2018 3:19 AM
Message from Dottie and David Morris
January 17, 2018 7:36 PM
*We thought of you with Love today, but that is nothing new, Your memory is a keepsake with which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping, We Have you in our hearts. *
Faye and Don opened their home and hearts to us while visiting in Germany with Sharon. Mama Faye made sure everything was perfect for our stay, even chocolate on our pillows. We felt so special. Mama Faye had a talent for making everyone feel special and letting you know when you were not, with one look!
Lifetime memories were made while spending time with Don, Faye and Sharon.
We are so honored to have had the opportunity to bond and be loved as family on our trips together.
*A life well lived is a precious gift, of hope and strength and grace, from someone who has made our world a brighter, better place.
It's filled with moments, sweet and sad with smiles and sometimes tears, with friendships formed and good times shared, and laughter through the years.
A life well lived is a legacy, of joy and pride and pleasure, a living lasting memory our grateful heart's will treasure* Author Unknown
God has you in his keeping, We Have you in our hearts. *
Faye and Don opened their home and hearts to us while visiting in Germany with Sharon. Mama Faye made sure everything was perfect for our stay, even chocolate on our pillows. We felt so special. Mama Faye had a talent for making everyone feel special and letting you know when you were not, with one look!
Lifetime memories were made while spending time with Don, Faye and Sharon.
We are so honored to have had the opportunity to bond and be loved as family on our trips together.
*A life well lived is a precious gift, of hope and strength and grace, from someone who has made our world a brighter, better place.
It's filled with moments, sweet and sad with smiles and sometimes tears, with friendships formed and good times shared, and laughter through the years.
A life well lived is a legacy, of joy and pride and pleasure, a living lasting memory our grateful heart's will treasure* Author Unknown
A candle was lit by Sharon Hall-Tyler
on January 17, 2018 7:25 PM
My Mom was a surprise from the very beginning. My Grandmother thought she had a tumor and it turned out that 14 years after the birth of her son she would give birth to her only daughter my Mother.
She was the apple of my Grandfather’s eye and could do no wrong. She quite often would hide in the backseat of the car under a blanket and pop up during her older brother Lacy Junior’s dates and terrorize him. Her Father would often make Lacy Junior take her with him on outings and whenever she would pull one of her stunts, like taking the car cigarette lighter out and burning the dashboard Lacy Junior would report her misbehavior to their Father and my Granddaddy would just say “Bunch would never do something like that.”
There were no other girls in her neighborhood so she played with a group of boys and was never the girly girl her Mom wanted. Her Dad had a special cap gun and slingshot made so she could be on an equal level with her playmates.
Her constant companion was her Rat Terrier “Trigger”, they went everywhere and did everything together. Whenever she got into trouble with my Grandmother she would sneak into the next door neighbors house go up the back stairwell and hide in the attic where she would wait for her father to come home and smooth things over.
She met my Father in school in Christiansburg Virginia and since she was only 14 years old was only allowed to court with him in the guise of my Dad coming over and playing Canasta with Mother’s parents. Many games of Canasta and plenty of coaxing later Granddaddy gave in to them dating with one stipulation, a chaperone must be present. Now lacking any younger children to send along Granddaddy deemed that Trigger would have to suffice, and if Mom was a terror then Trigger the terrier was even worse. He was very protective of Mother.
Shortly after marrying, Dad moved his little country bride away from home and family to New Hampshire. It was here in New Hampshire that they began trying to start a family. After several unsuccessful attempts they were blessed with a perfect baby girl. We were a blissful family of three for two years then my parents began preparing me for the arrival of my baby brother. The payback for Mother’s childhood arrived, that was my brother Brian.
Brian was just a mere 6 months only and I three years when Dad broke the news to Mother that they had gotten orders for Japan. Now Mother had had a rough enough time trying to adjust to being in New Hampshire away from her family and now she was faced with the horrible idea of moving to a foreign country. Needless to say she didn’t take the news well, and then the bombshell was dropped. Dad was going to have to precede the family to Japan leaving Mother and their two small children to make their way to Japan alone. Brian was colicky and fussy, and military transportation did not lend any comfort to the long journey. Mom had her hands full when some nice young airman took pity on the situation and tried to help out. Upon arrival in Japan needless to say Mom was exhausted and Brian screamed his head off when my Father took him in his arms. Mom was just so glad that Dad could take over with us kids when the master of the bomb drop delivered another one. Dad told Mom that he was going to have to leave her and her two small children in this foreign place knowing no one to go on a temporary duty assignment. I figured this would be the end of it. Dad told Mom that she was going to have to grow up sometime and has regretted it ever since.
Mom persevered and became quite acclimated to the military lifestyle and foreign assignments, so much so that in no time she would be brave enough to be driving on the wrong side of the road and with her friend Barbara in tow, haggling over prices in restricted areas downtown. Now these two women seemed to be inseparable, anytime you saw one you saw the other, and could they get into trouble. On one occasion of visiting a restricted zone where there was to be terrific shopping deals the two of them ended up in the middle of a demonstration against Americans. Trying to elude the angry mob Mom threw our old car into low stomped on the gas and made for the sidewalk where all the fruit and vegetable venders were set up; the car had no horn so Barbara was hanging out of the window screaming beep-beep get out of our way. Several destroyed vending stands later they had made it safely back to the base.
By the time our tour in Japan ended Dad’s career was flourishing and Mom had definitely grown up, we continued on with tours in North Carolina and Okinawa. During our time in Okinawa Dad was shipped off to several TDY assignments while Mother continued to mature enduring typhoons, fights at school and peeping toms. One evening while Dad was on assignment Brian and I were sitting in the living room watching television. Mom had just finished her bath and was joining us to watch T.V. when she stopped in front of the front door and started swaying back and forth in an odd manner looking at the rice paper covered window in the door. Brian kept asking her what she was doing and what was wrong, continuing to sway in front of the door she shushed us both and said that her shadow wasn’t moving. Well this made absolutely no sense to us at all when she told us to sit down and not move in that voice and look at us in that way that we realized that this was serious. She went into her bedroom and returned carrying my Father’s “Billy Club”. Mom again told Brian not to move and told me to call our next door neighbor when she thrust open the front door wielding the “Billy Club”. To my surprise I caught a glimpse of a man running down our front steps with my Mother in hot pursuit swinging that club over her head donned in a gown, housecoat and slippers, and she didn’t stop, she chased him down the front walk, down the stairs, and halfway down the hill and was shouting obscenities when the security police showed up. Mom came back up to the house and not only recounted the entire story to our neighbor and the security policeman, but described the man she was chasing in detail from head to toe including eye color. The security police found the man who Mother had been chasing and she was asked to go down to the station to identify him. At this moment I watched the woman of steel turn to mush. I never could understand how she could be so brave in chasing him down the street but be afraid to face him while he was in custody. Later on she explained to me it was like a lioness protecting her cubs.
When our tour in Okinawa was up we transferred to Luke Air Force Base in Phoenix, Arizona. This was a bad year for us as Mom’s Mother, was failing in health and my Mother had to go and attend to her. Dad put in for a humanitarian assignment back to North Carolina so we could be close to my Grandparents. Unfortunately, we lost both of Mother’s parents in 1972 six months apart from each other.
My Mother was a strict disciplinarian, she expected Brian and I to keep our rooms clean, help around the house, do well in school and mind everything she said. When we were stationed at Seymour Johnson Air Force base in North Carolina one day Brian and I had come home from school Mom met us at the door and lowered the boom on Brian, she told him to get into his room and not come out until it was clean (Brian never liked to clean his room up). Well he retreated into his room grumbling all the way and Mom went back to preparing dinner. Shortly there was a knock on the door and when Mother answered it there was a Security Policeman standing there. The Security Policeman asked Mom if there was a problem here and she said “no, why do you ask?” To which the policeman replied “because there is a little boy hanging out of one of your windows screaming child abuse, child abuse”. Mom was horrified and assured the policeman that there was no problem but that there soon may be. After the policeman left Mom stormed into Brian’s room and proceeded to explain to him that she would show him what child abuse was if he didn’t clean up his room and stay out of the window. Brian grudgingly complied and when his task was complete he pleaded with Mom not to tell Dad about the incident. Well I guess Mom wanted to reward him for actually completing the task, so she agreed. Now one can only imagine Dad’s surprise when he read his own address in the blotter the following morning.
Mom and Dad continued on from North Carolina to Washington D.C.; Dad was stationed at the Pentagon and Mom was teaching school in Virginia. They took to hobnobbing on the hill pretty well for two kids from the hills of Virginia. From D.C. they moved to their final military assignment here in Panama City. Here Mom and Dad bought their first and only home. Mom had never been happier. Dad retired from the military and they both had a hard time adjusting to civilian life, she sure wasn’t use to having Dad under foot all the time. Dad went to work as a civil servant and working closely with the military seemed to calm things down. Mom and Dad continued their traveling to Germany and Mom really enjoyed jaunting around Europe for fun.
Mom has had a rough road as far as health, she had many ailments, some of which she conquered and some she just endured.
My Mother only gave birth to two children but has adopted nearly all of my friends throughout our life. Everyone knows and loves “Mama Faye”. Everyone is also acquainted with Mama Faye eyes you know that look that every Mother has that tells her child she is serious.
On one of my many trips to visit my parents in Germany I brought along a couple of friends. After dinner on the second night my friend and I were clearing the table and Mom was working in the kitchen rinsing plates and such. My friend told Mom she would take over washing the dishes and noticed that Mom had been rinsing the plastic disposable dishes and putting them in the drainer. So Dot took over and meticulously washed all the plastic and placed them in the drainer. Shortly after when all the chores were done Mom took all the plastic and placed them in the garbage. Dot was horrified that she didn’t do a good enough job trying to impress her hostess when Mom promptly told her that she did fine but she was only supposed to rinse the dishes off for recycling, silly girl.
Mom loved to cook, and she loved to entertain, and no one did it better than her. She loved to talk on the phone. She loved teaching, was a patient and compassionate person and endeared her students. She loved her sorority. Everyone knows that you always knew where you stood with Mom, she was straight forward and always truthful to you. She was not one to sugar coat things she said. She faithfully sent cards for all occasions and would rise early to call and sing you happy birthday. She never met a stranger they instantly became family. She loved her gossip magazines, she kept up with all the stars and their lives and could tell you about them as well as any society columnist. She loved animals of all kinds. She was a surprise, she was a joy and I will always miss her. I challenge everyone here to take that bit of Faye you hold dear and pass it on, keep her spirit moving.
My Mom was a surprise from the very beginning. My Grandmother thought she had a tumor and it turned out that 14 years after the birth of her son she would give birth to her only daughter my Mother.
She was the apple of my Grandfather’s eye and could do no wrong. She quite often would hide in the backseat of the car under a blanket and pop up during her older brother Lacy Junior’s dates and terrorize him. Her Father would often make Lacy Junior take her with him on outings and whenever she would pull one of her stunts, like taking the car cigarette lighter out and burning the dashboard Lacy Junior would report her misbehavior to their Father and my Granddaddy would just say “Bunch would never do something like that.”
There were no other girls in her neighborhood so she played with a group of boys and was never the girly girl her Mom wanted. Her Dad had a special cap gun and slingshot made so she could be on an equal level with her playmates.
Her constant companion was her Rat Terrier “Trigger”, they went everywhere and did everything together. Whenever she got into trouble with my Grandmother she would sneak into the next door neighbors house go up the back stairwell and hide in the attic where she would wait for her father to come home and smooth things over.
She met my Father in school in Christiansburg Virginia and since she was only 14 years old was only allowed to court with him in the guise of my Dad coming over and playing Canasta with Mother’s parents. Many games of Canasta and plenty of coaxing later Granddaddy gave in to them dating with one stipulation, a chaperone must be present. Now lacking any younger children to send along Granddaddy deemed that Trigger would have to suffice, and if Mom was a terror then Trigger the terrier was even worse. He was very protective of Mother.
Shortly after marrying, Dad moved his little country bride away from home and family to New Hampshire. It was here in New Hampshire that they began trying to start a family. After several unsuccessful attempts they were blessed with a perfect baby girl. We were a blissful family of three for two years then my parents began preparing me for the arrival of my baby brother. The payback for Mother’s childhood arrived, that was my brother Brian.
Brian was just a mere 6 months only and I three years when Dad broke the news to Mother that they had gotten orders for Japan. Now Mother had had a rough enough time trying to adjust to being in New Hampshire away from her family and now she was faced with the horrible idea of moving to a foreign country. Needless to say she didn’t take the news well, and then the bombshell was dropped. Dad was going to have to precede the family to Japan leaving Mother and their two small children to make their way to Japan alone. Brian was colicky and fussy, and military transportation did not lend any comfort to the long journey. Mom had her hands full when some nice young airman took pity on the situation and tried to help out. Upon arrival in Japan needless to say Mom was exhausted and Brian screamed his head off when my Father took him in his arms. Mom was just so glad that Dad could take over with us kids when the master of the bomb drop delivered another one. Dad told Mom that he was going to have to leave her and her two small children in this foreign place knowing no one to go on a temporary duty assignment. I figured this would be the end of it. Dad told Mom that she was going to have to grow up sometime and has regretted it ever since.
Mom persevered and became quite acclimated to the military lifestyle and foreign assignments, so much so that in no time she would be brave enough to be driving on the wrong side of the road and with her friend Barbara in tow, haggling over prices in restricted areas downtown. Now these two women seemed to be inseparable, anytime you saw one you saw the other, and could they get into trouble. On one occasion of visiting a restricted zone where there was to be terrific shopping deals the two of them ended up in the middle of a demonstration against Americans. Trying to elude the angry mob Mom threw our old car into low stomped on the gas and made for the sidewalk where all the fruit and vegetable venders were set up; the car had no horn so Barbara was hanging out of the window screaming beep-beep get out of our way. Several destroyed vending stands later they had made it safely back to the base.
By the time our tour in Japan ended Dad’s career was flourishing and Mom had definitely grown up, we continued on with tours in North Carolina and Okinawa. During our time in Okinawa Dad was shipped off to several TDY assignments while Mother continued to mature enduring typhoons, fights at school and peeping toms. One evening while Dad was on assignment Brian and I were sitting in the living room watching television. Mom had just finished her bath and was joining us to watch T.V. when she stopped in front of the front door and started swaying back and forth in an odd manner looking at the rice paper covered window in the door. Brian kept asking her what she was doing and what was wrong, continuing to sway in front of the door she shushed us both and said that her shadow wasn’t moving. Well this made absolutely no sense to us at all when she told us to sit down and not move in that voice and look at us in that way that we realized that this was serious. She went into her bedroom and returned carrying my Father’s “Billy Club”. Mom again told Brian not to move and told me to call our next door neighbor when she thrust open the front door wielding the “Billy Club”. To my surprise I caught a glimpse of a man running down our front steps with my Mother in hot pursuit swinging that club over her head donned in a gown, housecoat and slippers, and she didn’t stop, she chased him down the front walk, down the stairs, and halfway down the hill and was shouting obscenities when the security police showed up. Mom came back up to the house and not only recounted the entire story to our neighbor and the security policeman, but described the man she was chasing in detail from head to toe including eye color. The security police found the man who Mother had been chasing and she was asked to go down to the station to identify him. At this moment I watched the woman of steel turn to mush. I never could understand how she could be so brave in chasing him down the street but be afraid to face him while he was in custody. Later on she explained to me it was like a lioness protecting her cubs.
When our tour in Okinawa was up we transferred to Luke Air Force Base in Phoenix, Arizona. This was a bad year for us as Mom’s Mother, was failing in health and my Mother had to go and attend to her. Dad put in for a humanitarian assignment back to North Carolina so we could be close to my Grandparents. Unfortunately, we lost both of Mother’s parents in 1972 six months apart from each other.
My Mother was a strict disciplinarian, she expected Brian and I to keep our rooms clean, help around the house, do well in school and mind everything she said. When we were stationed at Seymour Johnson Air Force base in North Carolina one day Brian and I had come home from school Mom met us at the door and lowered the boom on Brian, she told him to get into his room and not come out until it was clean (Brian never liked to clean his room up). Well he retreated into his room grumbling all the way and Mom went back to preparing dinner. Shortly there was a knock on the door and when Mother answered it there was a Security Policeman standing there. The Security Policeman asked Mom if there was a problem here and she said “no, why do you ask?” To which the policeman replied “because there is a little boy hanging out of one of your windows screaming child abuse, child abuse”. Mom was horrified and assured the policeman that there was no problem but that there soon may be. After the policeman left Mom stormed into Brian’s room and proceeded to explain to him that she would show him what child abuse was if he didn’t clean up his room and stay out of the window. Brian grudgingly complied and when his task was complete he pleaded with Mom not to tell Dad about the incident. Well I guess Mom wanted to reward him for actually completing the task, so she agreed. Now one can only imagine Dad’s surprise when he read his own address in the blotter the following morning.
Mom and Dad continued on from North Carolina to Washington D.C.; Dad was stationed at the Pentagon and Mom was teaching school in Virginia. They took to hobnobbing on the hill pretty well for two kids from the hills of Virginia. From D.C. they moved to their final military assignment here in Panama City. Here Mom and Dad bought their first and only home. Mom had never been happier. Dad retired from the military and they both had a hard time adjusting to civilian life, she sure wasn’t use to having Dad under foot all the time. Dad went to work as a civil servant and working closely with the military seemed to calm things down. Mom and Dad continued their traveling to Germany and Mom really enjoyed jaunting around Europe for fun.
Mom has had a rough road as far as health, she had many ailments, some of which she conquered and some she just endured.
My Mother only gave birth to two children but has adopted nearly all of my friends throughout our life. Everyone knows and loves “Mama Faye”. Everyone is also acquainted with Mama Faye eyes you know that look that every Mother has that tells her child she is serious.
On one of my many trips to visit my parents in Germany I brought along a couple of friends. After dinner on the second night my friend and I were clearing the table and Mom was working in the kitchen rinsing plates and such. My friend told Mom she would take over washing the dishes and noticed that Mom had been rinsing the plastic disposable dishes and putting them in the drainer. So Dot took over and meticulously washed all the plastic and placed them in the drainer. Shortly after when all the chores were done Mom took all the plastic and placed them in the garbage. Dot was horrified that she didn’t do a good enough job trying to impress her hostess when Mom promptly told her that she did fine but she was only supposed to rinse the dishes off for recycling, silly girl.
Mom loved to cook, and she loved to entertain, and no one did it better than her. She loved to talk on the phone. She loved teaching, was a patient and compassionate person and endeared her students. She loved her sorority. Everyone knows that you always knew where you stood with Mom, she was straight forward and always truthful to you. She was not one to sugar coat things she said. She faithfully sent cards for all occasions and would rise early to call and sing you happy birthday. She never met a stranger they instantly became family. She loved her gossip magazines, she kept up with all the stars and their lives and could tell you about them as well as any society columnist. She loved animals of all kinds. She was a surprise, she was a joy and I will always miss her. I challenge everyone here to take that bit of Faye you hold dear and pass it on, keep her spirit moving.
A candle was lit by Dottie and David Morris
on January 17, 2018 4:48 PM
Message from The Branam Family
January 17, 2018 11:33 AM
To Remember Them As They Lived and Loved,
To Bless Them As They Go On,
To Listen To The Stories The Threads Of Their Life Have Woven, Memories That Never End, As An Example Of What May Be And Its Goodness In Their Walk,
Not A Final Goodbye, Their Angels' Light Shines Forever And Watches Over All.
May The Lord's Grace, His Arms And Love, And The Light Of Aunt Faye's Angels Bless, Hold And Comfort You And Bring You Warmth And Peace.
Much Love, The Branam Family
To Bless Them As They Go On,
To Listen To The Stories The Threads Of Their Life Have Woven, Memories That Never End, As An Example Of What May Be And Its Goodness In Their Walk,
Not A Final Goodbye, Their Angels' Light Shines Forever And Watches Over All.
May The Lord's Grace, His Arms And Love, And The Light Of Aunt Faye's Angels Bless, Hold And Comfort You And Bring You Warmth And Peace.
Much Love, The Branam Family
Message from Belva L Anderson
January 16, 2018 10:10 PM
Our thoughts and prayers are with you and Sharon. So sorry we couldn't make it to the services.
Lu and Family
Lu and Family
A candle was lit by The Binnicker Family - Michael, Jaime, & James
on January 16, 2018 9:17 AM
Message from Ruth Haver
January 15, 2018 6:07 PM
I met Faye in Germany where Don was my boss. She was such a wonderful person, caring about others before herself. She never forgot my birthday, Christmas or Secretary's Day. After all of us moved back to the states I was always welcome in their home and treated like family. I was privileged to see them in May 2017 and talked to her before Christmas 2017. I am truly going to miss her and will hold Don, Sharon, Ken and Pepper in my thoughts.
A candle was lit by Ruth Haver
on January 15, 2018 5:58 PM
A candle was lit by Kimberly Boatright
on January 15, 2018 2:49 PM
Message from Hope Guthrie
January 15, 2018 1:13 PM
Ms Faye was always there to make sure I succeeded in whatever I did. I guess that was the teacher in her.It is hard to think of a time when she and Don were not in my life anymore. It was like a bolt of lightening hitting me as I remembered the recipies book with bible verses attached at the right time that Don seemed to need them. That is where my concern is now. Don and Faye loved each other so much, it was apparent to everyone that had contact with them. I know Don has expressed his inability to grasp a future without her but I know it would have been the same if their positions were reversed.
At times when I am troubled, I have a prayer that I keep on my desk that I hope helps a little.
Lord, I need you right now; take charge of this. I need your thoughts, I need your strength, I need your grace, I need your wisdom, I need. Specific truths from your word and I need your very words. Protect me from fear. Hold me near. Give me resilient courage. Get me through this stormy time. Amen
I will miss Faye very much, I loved her as much as a friend could. Blessings and peace be upon you, Don,Sharon, Jan and all those who will miss her as much or more than I.
At times when I am troubled, I have a prayer that I keep on my desk that I hope helps a little.
Lord, I need you right now; take charge of this. I need your thoughts, I need your strength, I need your grace, I need your wisdom, I need. Specific truths from your word and I need your very words. Protect me from fear. Hold me near. Give me resilient courage. Get me through this stormy time. Amen
I will miss Faye very much, I loved her as much as a friend could. Blessings and peace be upon you, Don,Sharon, Jan and all those who will miss her as much or more than I.
A candle was lit by Hope and Mike Guthrie
on January 15, 2018 12:48 PM
A Dear to my Heart was sent on January 14, 2018
We love you Sister and Aunt Faye. With love and blessings, Susan, Mark, Michael Frazier Megan and Phil Hogg, Edward and Bonnie Jennings
Message from IBrother Edward Lacy Jennings Jr (transcribed by Susan Fr
January 14, 2018 9:52 AM
My Sweet Little Faye. My Sweet Little Sister. You looked up to me with your big sweet eyes and always asked questions. You hung onto my arm skipping along. You loved to sit in my lap asking me to read. You are now with our mom and daddy and Ken and your Brian. I love you.
A candle was lit by Brother Edward Lacy Jennings and Bonnie Jennings
on January 14, 2018 9:42 AM
A candle was lit by Niece Susan Jennings Frazier and Mark Frazier
on January 14, 2018 9:40 AM
Our prayers of comfort, healing,and peace are sent to you Donal, Sharon and Ken. Faye demonstrated strength, compassion and true care concern and empathy to all she touched. She was smart and kind and important. One always knew where she was coming from with her direct and caring ways. She taught us all the value of family and that love is unconditional. She is an angel 😇 looking down on us all. She is truly missed and will be in our 💕 hearts forever.
Our prayers of comfort, healing,and peace are sent to you Donal, Sharon and Ken. Faye demonstrated strength, compassion and true care concern and empathy to all she touched. She was smart and kind and important. One always knew where she was coming from with her direct and caring ways. She taught us all the value of family and that love is unconditional. She is an angel 😇 looking down on us all. She is truly missed and will be in our 💕 hearts forever.
A candle was lit by Michael Christopher Frazier
on January 14, 2018 9:29 AM
A candle was lit by Susan Jennings Frazier and Mark Frazier
on January 14, 2018 9:25 AM
A candle was lit by Doris Marks
on January 13, 2018 7:49 PM
Message from Donna Baird
January 13, 2018 7:48 PM
I met Faye seventeen years ago when we became "sisters" in Beta Sigma Phi. Over the years, I came to consider Faye and Don to be my honorary Aunt and Uncle and Sharon as cousin. Faye was a true lady in every definition of the word: her devotion to her family, church, community and friends is legendary. She looked after us all.
In addition to her caring, what I will remember most was that twinkle in her eye as she shared her stories from being an Air Force wife. She would have the whole room of sisters laughing as she recited her adventures. What a great life my dear friend had and oh how she will be missed.
In addition to her caring, what I will remember most was that twinkle in her eye as she shared her stories from being an Air Force wife. She would have the whole room of sisters laughing as she recited her adventures. What a great life my dear friend had and oh how she will be missed.
A candle was lit by Linda and Walt Branam
on January 13, 2018 10:33 AM
A candle was lit by Tiffany Branam
on January 13, 2018 10:11 AM
Message from Tanya Branam Orinski
January 13, 2018 9:56 AM
My thoughts and prayers are with you all. She was such an amazing woman and always willing to lend an ear. She will be greatly missed but her legacy will live on.
A candle was lit by Tanya Branam
on January 13, 2018 9:54 AM
A candle was lit by Pearl Guidas and Garry Brendle
on January 13, 2018 8:01 AM
A candle was lit by Jordan Dempsey
on January 13, 2018 1:42 AM
Message from Linda Blankenship
January 12, 2018 11:26 PM
*If you find that one “TRUE FRIEND” in your lifetime, then you have been truly blessed.*
I found that friend when I met Sharon and with Sharon came her family. We were close for a really long time but managed to lose our connection when we went separate ways. Deja Vue had just knocked on my door when I got that phone call about Mama Faye. It hit me that just 33 years ago, I was making that same phone call to Sharon crying over how suddenly I had lost my mom and now here we were having the same discussion about hers. You can never find the right words to make someone feel better so I hope that the one memory that I will always have about my Mama Faye are her infamous words “THINGS CHANGE". Those words became the laugh after a vacation to Germany, shortly after 911. She was adamant that this was not going to be the trip of a lifetime and to be honest, it wasn’t, however, friends and family made it laughable. Anything that could have went wrong, did, including the accident that everyone tried to hide from the Mama Faye eyes except for me. I am sorry but you couldn’t hide anything from Mama Faye and the fact that I am a “HORRIBLE” liar didn’t help either. My eyes gave it away and I got chastised for spilling the beans.
*Wherever a beautiful soul has been, there is a trail of beautiful memories.*
Memories are our milestone and Mama Faye left hers with everyone that she met. She was small and sassy, classy and brassy, all at the same time. She was one small box wrapped in a big bright bow. She could be your ray of sunshine yet could make you shiver with her “Mama Faye” eyes. She could make you “LOVE” her and “FEAR” her at the same time. She may have been small but she had a tough spirit and I respected that.
*Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure; you are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.*
R.I.P Mama Faye and know that whatever legacy you left behind will never be forgotten. You were loved by many and even though death brings pain, with God’s help, your joy is eternally sealed. Enjoy your beautiful set of wings.
R.I.P Mama Faye and know that whatever legacy you left behind will never be forgotten. You were loved by many and even though with death bring pain that only time can heal, with God’s help, your joy is eternally sealed. Enjoy your beautiful set of wings.
I found that friend when I met Sharon and with Sharon came her family. We were close for a really long time but managed to lose our connection when we went separate ways. Deja Vue had just knocked on my door when I got that phone call about Mama Faye. It hit me that just 33 years ago, I was making that same phone call to Sharon crying over how suddenly I had lost my mom and now here we were having the same discussion about hers. You can never find the right words to make someone feel better so I hope that the one memory that I will always have about my Mama Faye are her infamous words “THINGS CHANGE". Those words became the laugh after a vacation to Germany, shortly after 911. She was adamant that this was not going to be the trip of a lifetime and to be honest, it wasn’t, however, friends and family made it laughable. Anything that could have went wrong, did, including the accident that everyone tried to hide from the Mama Faye eyes except for me. I am sorry but you couldn’t hide anything from Mama Faye and the fact that I am a “HORRIBLE” liar didn’t help either. My eyes gave it away and I got chastised for spilling the beans.
*Wherever a beautiful soul has been, there is a trail of beautiful memories.*
Memories are our milestone and Mama Faye left hers with everyone that she met. She was small and sassy, classy and brassy, all at the same time. She was one small box wrapped in a big bright bow. She could be your ray of sunshine yet could make you shiver with her “Mama Faye” eyes. She could make you “LOVE” her and “FEAR” her at the same time. She may have been small but she had a tough spirit and I respected that.
*Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure; you are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.*
R.I.P Mama Faye and know that whatever legacy you left behind will never be forgotten. You were loved by many and even though death brings pain, with God’s help, your joy is eternally sealed. Enjoy your beautiful set of wings.
R.I.P Mama Faye and know that whatever legacy you left behind will never be forgotten. You were loved by many and even though with death bring pain that only time can heal, with God’s help, your joy is eternally sealed. Enjoy your beautiful set of wings.
Message from Jan C. Binnicker
January 12, 2018 8:30 PM
To my dearly beloved Matron of Honor, Sorority Sister, and Best Friend, I will always LOVE you. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. I know that you are having a wonderful celebration of life with Brian and Uncle Bubba (James C. Binnicker) I will miss you but will always feel your presence. RIP God Bless I love you with all my heart, Sister Jan
A candle was lit by Jan C. Binnicker
on January 12, 2018 6:33 PM
A candle was lit by Kelly Roberts-Cooper
on January 12, 2018 5:57 PM
A candle was lit by Jim &a Janice Jennings
on January 12, 2018 4:45 PM
Message from Julie Angle
January 12, 2018 4:25 PM
To The Family: Those we love don't go away. They walk beside us every day; unseen, unheard, but always near; still loved, still missed and very dear.
I will refer to Faye as "MaMa Faye." I learned that Faye had touched many lives around her and her community. She was compassionate, loving, showed empathy, support, encouragement, and always put others first. She was not only their for me, but for everyone that knew her. People would refer to her as their MaMa. She will be truly missed. "A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again."
Much love and prayers to the family......knowing that in time, and God's perfect will, we will all be united together again. "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18."
I will refer to Faye as "MaMa Faye." I learned that Faye had touched many lives around her and her community. She was compassionate, loving, showed empathy, support, encouragement, and always put others first. She was not only their for me, but for everyone that knew her. People would refer to her as their MaMa. She will be truly missed. "A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again."
Much love and prayers to the family......knowing that in time, and God's perfect will, we will all be united together again. "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18."
A candle was lit by Linda Blankenship
on January 12, 2018 4:19 PM
A candle was lit by Julie Angle
on January 12, 2018 3:45 PM
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