Something I will long remember about my Faye is her beautiful smile.
Her smile was beautiful, not because of anything to do with her teeth, but because it came from her heart and involved her entire face. It was deeply and genuinely sincere like pretty much every about her.
Was Faye perfect? No. But she was something I've always said she was--a woman without guile or pretence.
Missing her but pressing on.
Hi, Tim. Please accept my sympathy for the loss of your dear Faye.
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean about an open, genuine smile--when someone smiles with her whole face, it's uplifting and bright. So honest and engaging, like you can't help but smile, too. Like when children smile.
That's something--someone--worth missing.