Remembering Fergus

I have many relatives scattered around the globe.

My Cousin Fergus was living in Canada when we made contact via an ancestry site a few years ago.

Fergus is related to me via my Fathers side, the Pettit family who come from Co. Galway.

His Mother was my Grandfathers sister.

Fergus and I hit it off immediately, sharing similar Political views, tastes in music and both of us sharing a passion for photography.

I campaign against pseudoscience and cults, Fergus always supported my campaign work, sharing articles, posts and petitions.

Two of my five children are on the Autism spectrum and I have a diagnosis of Aspergers.

Autistic people are preyed upon by quacks offering bogus cures.

Fergus always celebrated diversity and acceptance.

He supported me when things got rough and always encouraged me to keep fighting for Justice.

My Father is not a part of my life anymore and I felt that Fergus was the next best thing.

Fergus had a great talent for photography and each day we were spoilt with powerful pictures from his hometown Toronto.

His ability to capture the human emotion, colour and light was outstanding.

He even brought buildings to life.

These photos touched so many and made our lives more enjoyable.

I would send Fergus photos from West Cork where I live, pictures of my family and the beautiful scenery that surrounds us.

I always valued his opinion and was delighted when he complimented my pictures, I knew I was getting an experts review.

On Saturday the 25th of March 2017 I was at the playground with my children.

A friend of mine on Facebook reached out and told me that Fergus had passed away.

I said what are you talking about, he was on Facebook recently.

She proceeded to tell me that Fergus had in fact died the week before on the 18th of March, the day after St. Patricks day.

I was speechless and felt a huge pain in my heart.

I was angry, angry because we had lost such a good man, angry because I never got to hug him or show him where I took all my photos. Fergus had planned to come to Ireland and we often spoke about what we would do when he would visit.

Fergus was also very close to my Mum Una and my siblings, my husband Tim and all of our children.

Cousin Fergus was also good friends with my friends on Facebook.

He was loved and respected by many.

A lover of animals and a wonderful parent to his two beloved Cats.

Fergus will always live on in our hearts.

Each time I hear Sweet Thing by Van Morrisson I think of you Fergus.

Gone but never forgotten šŸ’š

And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they’ll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow’s sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
‘Hey, it’s me, I’m dynamite
And I don’t know why’
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That’s shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an’ not to wonder
That’s just fine
And I’ll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile….

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