“Fairies are real!” she insisted, with a five-year-old’s unwavering conviction.

“I’ve never seen them,” I said.

“Wait,” she said, exasperated, leaving the room.

She returned, triumphantly, handing me a blue pillow, covered in stars like it was sacred.

“Here, use this! I see them every night when I fall asleep.”

This story was written by Martha’s granddaughter. Alyce will always be grateful for the 95 years of joy Martha brought to the family. She always made everyone feel special and loved. Alyce will miss her.