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bernice ferguson posted a condolence

Sunday, February 23, 2014

still missing u,3 years later,but we will be together some day again,love you 4 ever and a day

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Barry and Jana Ferguson lit a candle

Saturday, February 8, 2014

If the days won't allow us to see each other, memories will, and if my eyes can't see you, my heart will never forget you. Until we see each other again,love and miss you Dad!!

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Barry and Jana Ferguson lit a candle

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

February 2013: I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love. Love Barry and Jana

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Bernice Ferguson posted a condolence

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

It will be a year on the Feb,18,and i miss and love you more every day,wish heaven had a telephone so i could hear your voice,always loved but not forgotten,love from your wife Bea

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Barry and Jana Ferguson posted a condolence

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A year has gone by already and I miss your face Dad. Pictures are not the same but they will have to do for now. You live on in my heart and the hearts of family. We know you are around us and that you know what is going on but it is somewhat like you are viewing through a one way mirror and I still feel compelled to speak to you of all the happenings! lol Sometimes I just sit still and try to feel your presence because I miss you. We know that you have just gone on ahead for a bit and someday we know our paths will cross again. For now, we live our lessons, practice forgiveness, acceptance & patience and we give the rest up to God to sort through. The ultimate planner of our destiny, the only one who truly understands all. Thank you for everything you gave me, taught me and inspired, and still inspire, in me. You are a constant influence on my life. We miss you so. Love you forever and always. I am forever grateful for you. Until we meet again Dad. Thank you. In gratitude & love:) Barry and Jana xoxo

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Barry and Jana Ferguson lit a candle

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A year has gone by already and I miss your face Dad. Pictures are not the same but they will have to do for now. You live on in my heart and the hearts of family. We know you are around us and that you know what is going on but it is somewhat like you are viewing through a one way mirror and I still feel compelled to speak to you of all the happenings! lol Sometimes I just sit still and try to feel your presence because I miss you. We know that you have just gone on ahead for a bit and someday we know our paths will cross again. For now, we live our lessons, practice forgiveness, acceptance & patience and we give the rest up to God to sort through. The ultimate planner of our destiny, the only one who truly understands all. Thank you for everything you gave me, taught me and inspired, and still inspire, in me. You are a constant influence on my life. We miss you so. Love you forever and always. I am forever grateful for you. Until we meet again Dad. Thank you. In gratitude & love:) Barry and Jana xoxo

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Barry Fergsuon posted a condolence

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Four months have passed, I'll never forget the day, Mom found me and told me, That you'd gone away. The hurt is the same, Like an open wound, There are days, I don't utter a sound. Some days the pain is stronger, It makes me sick and weak, I can't stand this much longer, I just sit here and weep. I've shut my private door, And let no one in, Locking myself in a box, They try, but I won't give in. You were like a rock, Strong, faithful and true, What worth has my life, Now I don't have you. I was your first born, Daddy's little boy, I took my own path, But was still part of your world. I was not the best, Guilty of neglect, But you know Father dearest, I had so much respect. I always loved you, My dad, my star, Now my pain is, To worship you from afar. I love you now, As I did back then, I just hope... one day, I will see you again. We all love and miss you so much, sleep well and take care of all who went before you. Forever in my heart, Bear

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Barry and Jana Ferguson lit a candle

Sunday, February 27, 2011

I think of you often and make no outward show, But what it means to lose you, no one will ever know You wished no one farewell, not even said good-bye, You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. You are not forgotten nor will you ever be, As long as life and memories last, I will remember thee. To some you may be forgotten, to others a part of the past, But to me who loved you dearly, your memories will always last. Nothing can be more beautiful than the memories I have of you. To me, you were someone special, God must have thought so too! If tears could build a staircase and memories a lane, I would walk all the way to Heaven, and bring you back again.

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Doreen Brown posted a condolence

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Murray, your brotherly love, caring, support and being there, always, will help strengthen the burden; seeing the happiness in your eyes with 4 generations, helps and your love of all the family. A link in our chain has been broken and not easily mended, but your love will be with us forever. In a vision, mom and dad said you were with them and it's beautiful up there; God has helped assauge our soul and we will love you forever. Sister, Doreen and Joyce, Donna, Howard and Ruby

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The Delaney's posted a condolence

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Barry and family, May the peace which comes from the memories of love shared, comfort you now and in the days ahead.

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Edward Dufour posted a condolence

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Dan My thoughts are with you. Always remember the Goods things you had with your father. Take Care

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Melanie & Ted Indriliunas posted a condolence

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Blessings are with You All In Comfort & Much Love Hugs Darlings and the ever Divine Sweet Angel Murray All Our Thoughts and Prayers are with you all.Mel and Ted Indriliunas! Interview With God http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html I dreamed I had an interview with God. “So you would like to interview me?” God asked “If you have the time” I said. God smiled “My time is eternity” “What questions do you have in mind for me?” “What surprises you most about humankind?...” God answered... “That they get bored with childhood. They rush to grow up and then long to be children again.” “That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health.” “That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live in neither the present nor the future.” That they live as if they will never die, and die as if they had never lived.” God’s hand took mine and we were silent for awhile And then I asked... “As a parent, what are some of life’s lessons you want your children to learn?” God replied with a smile “To learn they cannot make anyone love them. What they can do is let themselves be loved.” “To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others.” “To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.” “To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in persons we love, and it takes many years to heal them.” “To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.” “To learn that there are persons who love them dearly, but simply do not know how to express or show their feelings.” “To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it differently.” “To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others. But that they must forgive themselves.” “And to learn that I am here always.”

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Dan and Jeff, Anthony and Danieca, and of course wee Damian lit a candle

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

You are now at rest dear Dad and you don't have to worry about "going home" anymore!!

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Audrey & Dave Hayman posted a condolence

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

We sit around and wonder, and watch the days go by. WE look at all ...the pictures, and ask, why did you have to die? But now it's time to let you go, your spirit now is free. Even though you won't really be gone, because you'll live inside of us. So when we have to leave you at your resting place, We will always remember your smiling, beautiful face. This is hardly a goodbye, so we won't weep anymore, because now you're in better place then you ever were before. Even though that we will miss you, and we'll think about you everyday you'll always be our friend, that's all I have to say.

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Scott Toles posted a condolence

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Our deepest and sincerest condolences to you and the family during this time. Scott & Steven

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Matthew Mease and Ashley Pawson posted a condolence

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

We're so sorry for your loss. Our prayers are with you in this time of sorrow.

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Audrey & Dave Hayman posted a condolence

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Murray We sit around and wonder, and watch the days go by. WE look at all ...the pictures, and ask, why did you have to die? But now it's time to let you go, your spirit now is free. Even though you won't really be gone, because you'll live inside of us. So when we have to leave you at your resting place, We will always remember your smiling, beautiful face. This is hardly a goodbye, so we won't weep anymore, because now you're in better place then you ever were before. Even though that we will miss you, and we'll think about you everyday you'll always be our friend, and that's all I have to say.

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Paul and Tracy Mease posted a condolence

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Barry, Our thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time. Your tribute was very touching and may your wonderful memories and thoughts of the times you had together help you find peace and comfort. Love Tracy and Paul

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Sarah (Gannon) Murschitz posted a condolence

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Bernice, Margaret & Family Murray was a well loved man and will be missed by everyone. I am so sorry for your loss. I will always remember his smile. Love you all Sarah & Family

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Richard & Judy Mease posted a condolence

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

In your time of sorrow our thoughts are with you (Barry) and all of your family.

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Barry Ferguson posted a condolence

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Hello everyone, my name is Barry; I am the eldest of Murray's son's. First of all, A BIG THANK YOU to all of you who shared your love, wisdom, and condolences with us after the passing of my father on February 18th. It means a lot to us. I am touched and humbled by the outpouring of good vibes from so many heart-centered people. On behalf of myself, my mom, my brothers, and my extended family, I want to thank everyone for being here. On the one hand, I was dreading today. I don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to yearn to hug my Dad one last time, long to see his smiling face or hear his cheerful voice. On the other hand, I wanted today to come so that I could be around all of the people who love my Dad so that I might feel his presence through sharing memories of him,....sharing tears....and maybe even sharing some laughter. For the last 5 days, I have sat at my laptop attempting to write my thoughts. I started four times and stopped four times. I started again, trying to find the words to describe how it feels to be here without him. I still don't know. You see, I had a father for 46 years and have only not had a father for seven days, so anything I say today must be understood as the words of someone only seven days old. But still I will try I stand before you today to pay my last respects, and to say my final goodbyes, to my father Murray. I have to admit at the outset that it is very difficult to do this. The difficulty is not just due to the obvious causes -- the sadness, the grief, and the sense of loss. Nor is it due to the confrontation with death in its utter finality, and the resulting fear regarding one's own mortality. The difficulty is that for the first time in my life, I'll celebrate Father's Day this year without my Dad. The man who had the most influence on the man I became. It has been said that the loss of a parent is one of life's most traumatic events. I now know the devastating truth of that statement. I've been told that, in time, the hurt will fade, only to be replaced by positive memories that soothe the soul. Already, I can feel that happening. Maybe it's because my father and I had a simple and loving relationship. He was a remarkably good man, a person who was an inspiring role model and mentor. He was a person of devotion to family and impeccable integrity, a man who understood a hard day's work. Yet, unlike most of us, he never had the advantage of a college education. He worked pretty much his entire life in three places: a farm, a welding shop and an apple sorting facility. His core accomplishment was family and he loved to be around them. And as one of his children, I was a very lucky beneficiary. My father poured vast amounts of love and energy into me during my most formative years. That is why I measure his life in the warehouse of photographs and movies he has created in my mind's eye. It is why I measure it in his eyes because he was a man of few words and it was his eyes that showed his love, affection and emotions. It is why I measure it in his rugged hands. Those sandpaper-rough hands, made rugged from decades of work. From my earliest days, in particular from 10 - 14 years of age, he took my hand in his and we discovered the world together. I being of young age and he recently on his own and recovering from a near fatal car accident. With his hand in mine, we walked through Red Circle grocery store and picked out the necessities for the coming weeks. He would always treat me regardless of what money he had: a brick of Rum and Raisin ice cream. We went to Wong's Restaurant, where you could get a buffet of Chinese food and eat until you were stuffed for $5.79. We went to the drive in movie near Wasaga Beach, letting me go on the go karts, laughing at me as I crashed into the tires and then sharing a soda and popcorn while watching the movie. We would sit after eating supper and play a few games of checkers just talking idly. We went for long walks on weekend afternoons, through the nearby streets and apple orchards to help him recover and get back to walking again. He loved driving and we would just get in the car and go. Windows down, music playing, a huge smile on his face, this was his release. We strolled the railroad tracks together in Thornbury, laying pennies on the rails and waiting for the train to pass so we could see our newly flattened coins. Before going to sleep at night saying goodnight like the TV show "The Waltons" Then I would drift off to sleep hearing my father's slow and steady breathing in the next room like a lullaby. We shopped together for clothes going to Woolworths in Collingwood. We would try on weird and wacky clothes to the chagrin of the employees. We would go to car rallies, look at the antique cars and eat cotton candy. He would come regardless of his pain and watch me play baseball in the summer or hockey in the winter. I would do my homework and he would peer over my shoulder, curiosity getting the better of him. We would cook dinner together, oh the concoctions we cooked and actually ate. Made our lunches together, his for work, mine for school. Watching television together or grabbing a book and reading it to him until he fell asleep in his lazy boy chair. His favorite chair, how it eventually formed around him. Going to Scouts, earning my badges and he wanting to sew them on my sash with those rough hands. Upon coming back for a visit from military duty, I vividly remember walking up and down the lane in front of our home in Thornbury, for a long time, his arm across my shoulders and we talked of the world, upon which he placed this little cross from his hand into mine. And I remember these things and more as if we had done them all last weekend -- because we did them again and again and again, his outstretched hand leading me everywhere. As I grew into the man I am today, there were times when I was able to reciprocate and put his rugged rough hand into mine. Whenever life knocked him down regardless of where I was in the world, I was there to put his hand in mine when needed. Most times he just wanted to talk, shed some tears and hear my voice in his time of need. Whenever I could come home, he lit up like a Christmas tree upon seeing me. Even as his mind deteriorated I remember our last Christmas together, especially looking into each other's eyes over the dinner table and seeing his contentment. His oldest boy came home to have Christmas dinner with his Dad. Another time was very special when he married Mom. He wished of me to be his best man on their wedding day. What an honor bestowed upon me. I remember he was so nervous on this special day. As the day progressed we talked, laughed and reminisced and his nervousness eased away as I put his hand in mine. Just before we walked out to the ceremony, I adjusted his tie, looked into his eyes and said thank you for the honor. He gave me a very long hug, kissed my cheek with a tear running down his cheek and said "No Son, thank you!" I remember my times with my father as vividly as a great piece of music where you know every word, every note, and every solo taken by every member of the band. You know it until it becomes part of you, until it becomes you. He did that for me, and because he did, we have always travelled together, regardless of where I was in the world. I would put this cross between my 2 fingers for decades when I needed grounding when I was in a world of human chaos and remember my hand in his. And recently upon knowing my father was nearing his death, I would close my eyes and remember my hand in his as often as I could. The loss of my father has been painful, yet also strangely reaffirming because it has made me ever more aware of the rewards of our wonderful partnership. Perhaps the most consoling words came from a peer who had shed some blood, sweat and tears with me: He said: "Think of the legacy he left you -- a curiosity about life, a hunger for knowledge, having a passion, an example of a life whose riches owe little to money, a sense that anything is possible if you work hard, and if life knocks you down, you get back up, dust yourself off and get on with it, a model of what a father should be. Those were all great gifts he gave you." But the most important gift that was given to me by my father is that through our relationship he was able to spare me the void that so many men have in themselves. The world is filled with adult men who have never heard their father say "I love you". Who wonder throughout their lives whether they were loved. I have talked to peers and friends about this and see it in magazines and newspapers, and I have always been amazed by this. My father spared me from this wound that many men walk around with. I never doubted that he loved me. He told me so whenever we spoke. We always hugged. Whenever we saw each other and when we parted. I never doubted my father's love. To me this is the ultimate and greatest gift that my father gave me as his son I will miss my father, my inspiration, my protector, my mentor, and my hero. If I could of seen my Dad one more time before he left for God's graces, I would of told him that I loved him, that I am so very proud of the life he led, and I will keep him in my heart always. The last words ever exchanged between my father and I, when I saw him last and prior to hanging up the phone on our last conversation. "I love you to Bear" "I love you Dad" For me what a beautiful and a complete ending to a remarkable relationship. God bless you Dad.

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Karl Klinck posted a condolence

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

My sincerest condolences to the Ferguson family.. My uncle was a great man...with a very kind heart...and he will always be remembered a such. Love from nephew Karl Klinck

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Viola And Dwight Ross &Family posted a condolence

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Sorry for the loss of Murrary our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Wish we could be there to comfort you in this time of sorrow. Love Dwight& Viola Ross and Family xoxoxo

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Darlene Sherson posted a condolence

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Dear Amanda and family; We are sorry to hear of your grandfathers passing. We will keep you in our thoughts and prayers. Your friends at Northern Call Solutions.

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Jelena Rajkovic-Bennett posted a condolence

Monday, February 21, 2011

Bernice, Margaret, Bruce, Amanda, Brandon and Devon and your extended families, We are so sorry for your loss. Murray was a kind, sweet man and I will always have fond memories of him whenever I shared in family gatherings. My family and I will keep you and yours in our thoughts and prayers during this difficult time. Love, Jelena and Chris Bennett and Family

In loving memory of

Murray

1941 - 2011

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