Peter James Ferguson - 1931 - 2007

Passed away peacefully on March 25, 2007.  Predeceased by his son Jamie, Peter is survived by his loving wife Helen, children Cal (Karen), Sharon-Lee (Ken), Todd (Chris) and grandchildren Spencer, Sarah and Heather.  Peter also leaves behind his dear sister Jean (Barrie), nieces Cathie, Wendy and nephew John (Brenda) and great nephews Will and Evan. 

Peter was born and raised in Victoria.  He was a WWII Merchant Navy Veteran joining his first ship at the young age of 14.  Peter worked for BCFP for 31 years before enjoying his retirement.  Peter enjoyed soaking up the sun and was never happier than when he was on or near the ater.  Peter loved to sail, walk the beach and enjoyed frequent visits to Hawaii.  An avid gardener, Peter was a friendly, funny guy who was always game for a driving adventure.  Peter was also a keen professional wrestling fan.  We will always remember Peter (Fergie) for his animated humour.  He could always make us laugh by just a wiggle of an ear or eyebrow.

The family would like to thank all of the supportive staff on 6C at Victoria Genearl for their excellent care and loving kindness.  Donations can be made to the Parkinson Society or charity of your choice.



Some of my earliest and fondest childhood memories are of time spent at my Uncle Pete and Aunt Helen's house in Victoria.  Going out on the water with them in the row-boat, playing on the old WW2 guns (Willy's Guns) in the nearby park, and talking about Hulk Hogan and "Rowdy" Roddy Piper with Uncle Pete when I was very young.  Whatever the circumstances, Uncle Pete could always make me laugh.  I regret not being able to see Peter or Helen very often over the past ten years, British Columbia seems so far away sometimes.  I'll miss you Uncle Pete.

If you look carefully at the NASA photo, you will see a little white dot. This minute speck is Earth seen from the Voyager 1 spacecraft as it exits the solar system, nearly 4 billion miles away. The photo was taken back in 1990.

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

– Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

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Gloria Pearson - 1926-2007

The lovely Gloria Pearson passed away in Toronto on the morning of March‭ ‬8,‭ ‬2007.‭ ‬Gloria was a joy to all who knew her,‭ ‬and all will cherish her memory.‭  She is survived by her soul mate of‭ ‬47‭ ‬years,‭ ‬and husband of‭ ‬35,‭ ‬Archie Pearson.

Her loss will be keenly felt by her loving and devoted sister Rosemarie,‭ ‬and her husband Bill,‭ ‬their children Will,‭ ‬Debby,‭ ‬Rick and Steve,‭ (‬along with Cathie,‭ ‬Syd,‭ ‬Wendy,‭ ‬Kellie,‭ ‬and Sally‭) ‬and their children,‭ ‬Willy and Evan,‭ ‬Katie and Scott,‭ ‬Ashley and Stephanie.  Archie's grief is also shared by his nephews and their wives,‭ ‬Ian Wagman,‭ ‬and Sylvia,‭ ‬Sheldon Kofsky and Judy,‭ ‬Barry Kofsky and Joan.‭ ‬Gloria and Archie extend special thanks to all of the doctors,‭ ‬nurses,‭ ‬caregivers,‭ ‬and support group members who became such an important part of her life over the last few years.



My Aunt Gloria was always a loving and wonderful presence in my life, and the life of my family.  To say that we'll all miss her a great deal would be an understatement.  My thoughts now turn to my Uncle Archie and my Grandmother Rosemarie.  Gloria passed away after an ongoing battle with colon cancer, donations can be made in her name to the Canadian Cancer Society



I'll miss you Gloria.