Fergie, our gentle WFT friend who lives in Colorado, had an embolism this morning coming in from her morning walk and unexpectedly crossed the Bridge and WD struggled with the shock and unfairness of it.
I pulled her tightly to me. "Sometimes there are no answers and all we can do is cling together, sharing the tears and pain and love. There are no words of comfort or grief-erasers. The best we can do is look to the memories and remember the wonderful times and hug each other like we will never let go."
We had the pleasure of meeting Fergie in the furs twice...once on the way to our first walk to end cancer in Fort Collins when it was just WD and The Mighty Quinn...and when Fergie, Jake, Nina and Mama visited us in Albuquerque in 2012.
Tonight we look at those photos (cry a little for our own losses as well), our candle lit and huddling together closely. Bella, who never met Fergie and is not prone to be touched, laid the side of her face in my palm and rested there looking into my eyes...just like Fergie did the first time I met her.
|Sally and Quinn meet on the way to our first end cancer walk|
|The WDA was four when Fergie, Jake and family visited us|