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FEB 21, 2020
A final act of magic in the life of Faye Marie Swetlik
She was magic before she was born.
She danced in her mother's pregnant belly, her mother later told her. It felt like her daughter twirled, wings fluttering, to a song only she could hear. So, when she was born, her mother made magic her name, and her name sounded like a song.
Faye Marie has a French translation: "Fairy Mary."
[...]
In Collins' eulogy, she asked that people honor Faye's memory through love, the most important magic. That they try to be a little bit more like Faye, "to be a little bit more kind, to compliment a stranger, to dance in the rain, to stop and smell the flowers, to show just a little more bit love to everyone you meet."
[...]
It was a service dedicated not just Faye but the world she believed in.
Her world was one that was purple and pink and sparkly, like the lights and flowers on the altar, one where even the rocks weren't really rocks if you looked close enough, just like the one with a painted smile in the lobby.
[...]
Faye's world was one where everyone could and should be complimented. Everyone deserved a kind word, the best hug, a shared giggle, the eulogy noted, even strangers. Faye's world was one where funerals should end with a round of applause and the offer of a lavender balloon or a coloring book to take home.
[...]
"She loved everything and everyone," the eulogy said. "She wanted everyone to be as happy as she was."
[...]
On Friday night, though, Faye was a particular girl with all of her own particularities. She was one who packed three cold hot dogs for school lunch. She loved wearing polka dots and floral patterns and bright stripes — and didn't care if other people said it didn't match.
[...]
Faye loved to write notes and get letters in the mail.
The family asked for something Friday night, according to Coakley. They wanted everyone there to write a message in journals set up at the front of the church, to dedicate a few words or draw a picture using one of the pink or green or orange pens.
The family asked that they address each note directly to Faye.
A final act of magic in the life of Faye Marie Swetlik
She was magic before she was born.
She danced in her mother's pregnant belly, her mother later told her. It felt like her daughter twirled, wings fluttering, to a song only she could hear. So, when she was born, her mother made magic her name, and her name sounded like a song.
Faye Marie has a French translation: "Fairy Mary."
[...]
In Collins' eulogy, she asked that people honor Faye's memory through love, the most important magic. That they try to be a little bit more like Faye, "to be a little bit more kind, to compliment a stranger, to dance in the rain, to stop and smell the flowers, to show just a little more bit love to everyone you meet."
[...]
It was a service dedicated not just Faye but the world she believed in.
Her world was one that was purple and pink and sparkly, like the lights and flowers on the altar, one where even the rocks weren't really rocks if you looked close enough, just like the one with a painted smile in the lobby.
[...]
Faye's world was one where everyone could and should be complimented. Everyone deserved a kind word, the best hug, a shared giggle, the eulogy noted, even strangers. Faye's world was one where funerals should end with a round of applause and the offer of a lavender balloon or a coloring book to take home.
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[...]
"She loved everything and everyone," the eulogy said. "She wanted everyone to be as happy as she was."
[...]
On Friday night, though, Faye was a particular girl with all of her own particularities. She was one who packed three cold hot dogs for school lunch. She loved wearing polka dots and floral patterns and bright stripes — and didn't care if other people said it didn't match.
[...]
Faye loved to write notes and get letters in the mail.
The family asked for something Friday night, according to Coakley. They wanted everyone there to write a message in journals set up at the front of the church, to dedicate a few words or draw a picture using one of the pink or green or orange pens.
The family asked that they address each note directly to Faye.