Here is what I wrote on my Facebook page when I learned of Faye's passing (as I am very far away in Minnesota, this was my way of communicating my grief and sorrow):
When I was 5 years old, my dad gave in to my begging about wanting to ride a pony and took me to the house of his friends, Faye & Jerry Racke, who happened to own a great many horses. Faye promptly put me on the tallest horse she had (it happened to be the gentlest horse), and--for all intents and purposes--I never get off again. Until I graduated from high school, I spent at least one night a week every single summer riding with Faye and developing a dear friend and mentor in the process. Of all the women I have ever known, she may well have been the strongest. I owe her more than I can possibly put into words. But I try. I write to honor her life, for she died last night. RIP Faye. And thank you.