I met up with a long lost friend and whilst on holiday we talked about his days as a dj and my days working on a holiday camp in Woolacombe. Your name came up and he happened to remember your surname. We used to give you a lift back to Braunton from Barnstaple a few times after a gig in The Tavern in the Town. When I returned early this morning I tried to find you on facebook but couldn't so I Googled you instead. I was absolutely devastated when I read the news. I didn't know you that well but you were such a lovely person. R.I.P Faye. Xx

...how lucky we all were, simply to have known such an amazing, gentle, kind-hearted woman, whether it was 25 years or 25 minutes, you had a massive impact on everyone who met you. And its a true testament to your popularity and enduring spirit, that so many of us came together to celebrate your painfully-short but inspirational life. So dearly loved, so greatly missed. xxxx

This was the speech I made for Faye at her funeral, it is how I will always remember her. Love you always Stockers and miss you with all my heart: When Jo asked Maria and I to get up and say a few words about Faye today, we were both honoured and terrified in equal measures, because how do you find the words to describe somebody like Faye and what she meant to her friends.
And so we tried to think