Ann Elizabeth Ferguson

 Born in Toronto to the late Ethel Elizabeth “Betty” Collyer and Ronald Claydon, Ann Ferguson lived a life filled with laughter, loyalty, and perfectly timed sarcasm muttered under her breath that could stop a conversation in its tracks. She passed away after a long and difficult battle with dementia — a cruel disease that slowly took her words and independence but never erased her deep love for her family.

Ann is survived by her brother Steve, her sons Nick and Andrew, her daughters-in-law Shannon and Meaghan, and her four beautiful grandchildren — Jamie, Camden, Benny, and Brighton. Though she always hoped for a girl, she embraced her role as “boy mom” and “boy grandma” with pride, humour, the occasional dramatic sigh and wishful hopes for the next grand child, followed by a silver-lining acceptance watching her boys shop for what she called "women's pants" at lululemon.

As a child, Ann was the perfect little rule-follower — polite, responsible, and always doing what was expected. By her teenage years, though, she discovered the thrill of rebellion, sneaking around to see her older boyfriend, Jamie Ferguson — the man who would eventually become her husband, partner, and lifelong sparring match. Their marriage had its fair share of battles and reconciliations, but at the heart of it all was a deep, enduring love, where, as every parents, they didn't always have the answers or make the best choices and they certainly weren't perfect, but they were devoted to making things better and doing their best... and of course shared a stubborn streak a mile wide that will now pass on for generations to come.

When Ann was ten, she finally got the sibling she’d been asking for — her younger brother Steve — and she cherished that bond throughout her life.

Ann and Jamie dreamed of having children and “worked tirelessly” toward that goal (her words, not ours). After nearly giving up, they were overjoyed to welcome Nick, followed soon after by Andrew. She threw herself into motherhood with everything she had. Ann was the kind of mom who was fiercely protective, deeply loyal, and always ready to go to battle for her boys — defending some of their questionable actions by blaming it on their father, as every mother would. She loved being a mom and a grandmother, and they are her legacy and her greatest accomplishment.

Ann built a successful career at Scotiabank, where she worked her way up through hard work, quick wit, and just enough sass to keep her colleagues entertained. She eventually became the Manager of the Customer Representative Centre, where she led with both competence and comedy.

She was a fantastic listener, a loyal friend, and a woman who was always lending a hand and never passing out judgement. Her friends and family were lucky to have known her.

Ann will be deeply missed by all that knew her, who take comfort in knowing she’s now free from the grip of dementia — hopefully enjoying a well-earned rest, keeping Jamie on his toes, and of course sharing the excitement of all that he had missed, including what should have been a Jays World Series win, but man what a series!

Her last advice as a mother and grand-mother that encapsulates her soul and wisdom:

"Be patient, for a while, wait and see."

"Love your kids to death, but give them space."

"Your kids are going to make mistakes, just help them."

and, "Make your decisions in life, and stick with them."

Note: Flowers and Donations are unnecessary; however, if you are feeling the need, it is our wish that you donate to the Alzheimer's society of Canada in her honour to fund research towards finding a cure. The link is here: https://alzheimer.ca/bc/en?form=FUNZVNNSKCD.