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Theresa Marie Ferguson

Colorado Springs, Colorado

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Theresa M. Ferguson, 86, passed away Sunday, April 1, 2012 at Pikes Peak Hospice. She was born on October 8, 1925 in St. Paul, Kansas to Louis R. Grillot and Mary Blaes. She moved to Colorado Springs in 1956 where she raised her four children and was Director of Nursing at the Emory John Brady...

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I still miss my friend...your light is still shining bright in my heart. ❤

We are so sorry for your loss but take comfort in knowing that Theresa lived a full life. We were unable to attend the funeral because of the distance but we remember you and your families as well as Theresa in our prayers. When we still lived in Colorado, we remember our visits to Colorado Springs and with Theresa very fondly. Gene and Mary Lou Grillot

Dear Deana, Steve, Rick, Renee, Sage and Peter, We are so sorry the loss of your dear mother and miss her, too. We all loved Theresa and it was a privilege to have known her. She had many facets from what I hear but what I most admired about her was her keen intellect and the great support she gave her four children as a single working mother and to her grand child. She had such a genuine interest in people and helping them in their real time of need.

My mother often talked...

You my friend will be missed. However, you go to a beautiful place with no pain and no tears...and I do believe you will live among the most perfect roses known to man. God Bless You My Gardening Friend.

So sorry to hear of the loss of your mom and our Aunt Theresa. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Love,
Becky (Grillot) Hays and Family

I am sorry for your loss and I know your mother is in heaven looking over all of you

Sorry to hear of Aunt Theresa's passing.
She inspired me to make Rosary's and guided me in the bead sequence. Very good memories of her on trips back to St. Paul.
Jim and Debbie Grillot

I first met Theresa when I moved into the house next door...the apartment upstairs. We became fast friends. We'd have dinner together just about every night. I didn't like to cook, but she taught me alot about cooking. We'd call out to one another at bedtime...I'd yell, "Good night, Theresa" and she'd yell, "Good night, Marita" and the guy downstairs would yell, "Good night, Theresa, good night, Marita" and we'd yell, "Good night Bill!" And when I couldn't sleep and looked down to see...

Theresa's nickname in our Kiowa neighborhood was "The Mayor" because she was the center of everything that happened here. She made our neighborhood a family, and she was our matriarch. She became what each person needed: friend, mother, grandmother, and sometimes all three. We honor, love, and miss you, Theresa.