Jack Ferguson

Dear Brenda So sorry to hear of your father's passing. I'm sure you have lots of great memories of him to help you through this difficult time. You are in our hearts and our thoughts. Brigitte Lemke & Bryan Lachance

Joan, Russell, Brenda, Doug, Ellen and Joanne. My heart goes out to you all. I am sending you a big hugs. God Bless you and keep you. Love Martha & Patrick Tonizzo

Our thoughts and condolences go out to you Brenda, your mother and the rest of the Ferguson family. Your team at work, Maryse, Toni and Mark

It was Jack's smirk that caught my attention; a barely perceptible lift at the corner of his mouth that quiely hinted of much deeper thoughts.        Jack Ferguson thought a lot ... about a lot of things.  Not idle ponderings, but serious considerations that he often weaved into amazing, complex projects.  It seemed there was nothing that Jack could not do.    And everything he created was precisely engineered and organized.       But his greatest pleasure seemed to be in sharing his creations with others.    I saw the joy in his eyes as he absolutely stuffed Brenda's little red car with humdreds and hundreds of Zinnias each spring.  His annual sharing ... of 1400 plants that he nurtured from seeds in tiny individual newspaper pots, row upon row, stacked in his temperature controlled and carefully monitored basement environment. His own little eco-system.         Jack played the harmonica and treated many of us last Father's Day to a wee concert on his new deck with Doug singing along with his guitar.  That was the day I experienced the volumes that Jack could convey without speaking a word when Brenda asked if he could play, 'How much is that doggie in the window?'. Jack slowly turned his head to Brenda with a 'look' that I cannot put to words.  Classic.          That same day his unspoken pride was there as Olivia stepped out to model her new graduation dress.  Jack Ferguson, with failing eyesight, seemed to see everything, and with troubled hearing, didn't miss key points in any conversation.  Jack had a certain certainty about him; a calm demeanor that led you to firmly believe that he had come to terms with life, and with death, and that he was ready for whatever they had to offer.                                                                        " As far as my eyes can see ... there are shadows surrounding me. And to those I leave behind, I want you all to know, you've always shared my deepest thoughts, you follow where I go. And some day, in the midst of time, when they ask you if you knew me, just smile and say you were a friend of mine."                           Jack Ferguson's strong spirit remains within all of us who were fortunate to be part of his life.  To know him was to respect him.                         

Our thoughts are with you and your family.

Dear Joan and family.. I only got the pleasure of meeting Jack for the first time last week when I came up with Julia, and I could see and feel he was deeply loved by his family and I could see and feel he also loved all of you very much. It was with a great sense of loss when I heard of Jack's death. I want to let you know that you have my greatest sympathy, and my heart is truly saddened. We know that his passing will not only leave a void in your lives, but in the hearts of all those who knew him. Jack will always remain within your hearts, and I have included Jack and you in my daily prayers. May God give you strength. My sincere thoughts and prayers are with the Ferguson family and friends. My deepest sympathy, Barb Lachine

Joan, I send my deepest sympathy to you & your family on the loss of your husband. Thinking of you in this difficult time. Neil.