On the phone was a text from Faye's daughter Marge; I didn't need to read the text to know what is said. There was only one reason Marge would have texted me-we chatted regularly on MSN or Facebook, but this message was (!) urgent-she had an emergency and the only reason for the message was her mother had died.
For months I couldn't listen to the song "Welcome to my world," as those were the first words Faye said to me as we crossed under the trees and I saw the lovely surroundings of what was to be our home for the last months of her life.
On the last morning, the house looked so pretty in the clean snow; almost like a fairytale dream. It was fun to go out in the snow and see all the animal tracks from the night, we even had a bear cub visit us once or twice.
The final words she said as we parted at Edmonton airport were "I will never feel your strong arms around me, or your soft kisses again." I thought she thought I wasn't planning on returning in the spring of 2010, but she knew the angels would take her back that winter-she had a congenital heart problem.
As we took off, tears filled my eyes as I opened my diary and found a note saying "Your leaving is breaking my heart, hun."
We spoke on line for a few weeks more and on Dec 3rd, 2009 she said her final words to me, as I packed to go to my mother's in Clevedon, she said "Worry lines are back, love, that's not good."
I spent the last days of her life out of contact with her, this was the only time in eighteen months that we had not chatted at some time in the day.
Faye took her usual afternoon nap to rest her heart and never woke up-bless you, my angel, I will miss you, until we meet on the Spirit Road.