Yvonne F. Edwards, affectionately known as “Faye” entered the Kingdom of Heaven on Wednesday, August 28, 2019.

On October 4, 1951 a warm and tender-hearted woman was born as the youngest of 7 siblings. Her kind nature transcended her youth by becoming a caregiver at Whitney Manor Rehabilitation Center, under the title Nurse’s Assistant. Wife to Clarence Edwards and Mother to Patrick (Naomi) and Felicia (Donavan) Edwards, she has 9 grandchildren: Shanaya, Mia, Patrick Jr., Justin, Juliana, Alexander, Donavan Jr., Matthew, and Amena. Their blended family includes: Clarence and Lillian Edwards, Rosa Edwards-Lopez, Paula Davis, Debbie Cotton, Marwin (Gracie) and Reatha McCall. She is survived by two sisters: Irma Davis (James), Tereatha Cribs (Willie) and a host of nephews, nieces, and cousins.

Now that we got all the facts and resumé information out the way, let’s get the celebration of her life started! Faye was the epitome of peacefulness; her low soft voice was endlessly soothing. Her tone was satisfying like night rain as you drifted off to sleep, a soft purring cat, or warm cup of tea/coffee early in the morning as the sun rises. When you spoke to her you knew that you’d be at peace and leave better than you originally came.

Secretly she was a ninja and carrier of all things, whipping out whatever you needed from the bottom of her purse. Before a sneeze’s “Ahh” could reach the “Choo,” before a tear-droplet broke the levies in the wells of our eyes, or bottom lip split like the Red Sea in the dead of winter; one flick of the wrist and “BAM!” a tissue, ChapStick tube, or cough drop was waiting for you— Mary Poppins could never.

As an inside-Elvis joke, we always wondered why her bedroom was red. Sweet and gentle women like Faye represented sugar, spice, and everything nice and red was such a bold in-your-face color, but she was onto something. The color red symbolized super-human heroism to the Greeks, and although she was gentle, her strength was bold and mighty and her encouragement was heroic. Her red curtains are as fiery as the aura of the Superwoman cape she wore.

She will be missed on this earth but we can’t complain because she’s celebrating her homecoming in the finest 10-star hotel with Jesus, teaching him how to make grilled cheese with an iron– even he knows that’s a miracle. She loved her family more than anything and we’ll be sure to keep the celebration of her life going strong!

A celebration of Mrs. Edwards’ life and legacy will be held Saturday, September 7, 2019, at 9:00 a.m. at St. Matthew’s U.F.W.B. Church, 400 Dixwell Ave., New Haven. Viewing will be held at the church from 8:00-9:00 a.m. Burial will be in New Center Cemetery, North Haven.