My fondest memories of Uncle Fayal were in the blueberry patch. I spent most of the month of August in the patch picking to fill orders. He would drop by and pick by my side for hours. We would talk, laugh, dream and argue about who was the fastest picker. The joy of the task was only enhanced by his presence.

Love you Uncle Fayal.

My many times being in Fayal's company were always pleasurable and generate many fond memories. He was always pleasant, humorous, and gentlemanly AND made one Hell of a good venison stew among many other talents.