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Mary Ann Gauthier posted a condolence
Friday, September 17, 2021
Until the last week of her life, Faye and I talked over the telephone a few times a week. She had the most positive attitude of anyone I've known. She said to accept life because you can't change it, and that worry was wasted energy. She truly loved people. I didn't know she was ill; she must have had symptoms very late in her illness. We even talked when she was in the hospital. I miss her wise words. I'm convinced that there is no one like her and there never will be. Love you and miss you, Faye.
Isabelle Morton posted a condolence
Saturday, September 11, 2021
I met Faye Ferris at cardiac rehab class in 2005 after my heart transplant. We lost touch when I was well enough to exercise on my own. In 2o16 after an episode of rejection I was back at exercise class and again there was Faye. We had so many good conversations either while we were on the machines or cooling off afterward. She always came to class dressed nicely wearing a skirt. She often spoke of George whom I'd met briefly in 2005. It was sad to hear he had passed. She explained that when you're with someone ten years your senior you have to prepare yourself for this. My husband is ten years my senior so her words and advice have special meaning for me. She always sent us Christmas cards and last year I didn't get one. I hoped the one I sent her reached her. I'm not sure why I thought of Faye today. I googled her and learned she had passed. I'm so very sorry to hear. She was a light who is now brightening another place I'm sure. Bye Faye. I'll miss you. Isabelle Morton
Beth posted a condolence
Friday, September 10, 2021
My Beloved Aunt Faye - You chose how to live, denying the doctors the satisfaction of convincing you to have surgery 20 years ago to correct your heart valve and you have chosen how to die - surprising the doctors who expected to again fix your tired body with more surgery. But instead you closed your eyes and let the gentle hand of God lift you up from this world. Do you know how much you are missed?? We made you three promises as you requested. The first being that your body would be donated to the UCONN Medical Center. You spent almost 20 years, never leaving the state so that this contract could be fulfilled and in the end, they wouldn't take you. We were deeply saddened when this promise could not be kept. The second and third promises were that there would be no obituary or formal funeral services held for your death. I never thought this would be so difficult for family and friends since I recall you saying that you want no fuss or fanfare, that your death was just as it should be since the beginning of time. "A person can't live forever and I've lived almost 95 years", you would say. But those left behind want to talk about you. They want to share your life and memories with others who also cared so much. We are all grieving. But for you, we will keep the other promises, especially since the first promise was denied you. We will abide and honor your wishes. So on this day 9/10/21, which would have been your 95th birthday, I will say that I love you "bunches and heaps" forever. So proud and grateful to have been one of your beloved nieces. Praying that we meet again. Bethi
Esther Lyman Clarke posted a condolence
Tuesday, September 7, 2021
It has been unlike Faye not to keep in touch. I called her when Mom died in 2009, and Faye and I have kept up a regular correspondence ever since. We last spoke by phone last summer, and I noticed shortly after that call that cards and letters from her had stopped coming. I continued to send mail to her, hoping that whoever was handling her affairs would see my return address, know I cared, and let me know where Faye was, and how she was. Nothing. Since last summer I have been periodically checking the on-line obituaries for Manchester and the Hartford area, and today hers was amongst them. It's not much of an obituary--it does not even give her age or date of birth--but perhaps that is what she wanted. She died on my father's birthday, August 23, 2021. She'd have been 95 in September. The love of her life, as she told me, was George, my mother's cousin. A veteran of World War II, George passed away several years ago. Though they shared a home, she and George never married. She was always, proudly, MISS Faye Ferris. Throughout their many years together she retained her apartment in a separate residence, the second floor of the house she had grown up in. This was a good thing, because after George died his house was no longer her own, and she moved back into her apartment. Faye's siblings apparently shared her longevity gene. They are all gone now, but she used to mention in particular a brother who, well into his 90s, was gathering and splitting his own firewood for his wood stove. She was an avid reader, she loved her exercise class, and she was alone and lonely during the Covid lockdown. I do not know what Faye looked like. Mom sometimes visited her and cousin George, but I never knew either of them. Faye, however, remembered me from "Auntie's" funeral 40 years ago, when my husband and I drove my grandmother to Hartford to attend services for George and Mom's aunt, my Great-Aunt Clara, when she died. I can't picture Faye's face, but I always loved her name. Faye Ferris! It's just lovely, the way it slips off the tongue. It was she who sent me, when Mom died, a message I have since shared with others who have experienced similar loss, always giving Faye credit. She wrote, "Loss of one's mother can never be easy, and I've found the hole it leaves in my heart is permanent. We learn to accept and carry on, just as the one lost would want us to do." There is no picture of Faye to accompany her obituary, no list of survivors. There is no mention of a service. She had no children, but there are nieces and nephews. I don't know the name of the niece who replenished her book supply and delivered her groceries to her during lockdown. I think they were close, and Covid restrictions being more relaxed now, I like to think that this niece was with Faye during the final days. There surely are people who are grieving Faye Ferris, but I do not know those people. If I believed in the survival of human consciousness in the absence of a body, I would beam this message to Faye: Way off here in Lymanville you are missed, your lovely name will be spoken, and you will be remembered.
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