DEBBIE LYNN FOSTER (published on January 31, 2009)
| DEBBIE LYNN FOSTER July 2, 1957 - January 28, 2009 We are saddened to announce the passing of Debbie Lynn Foster, at Riverview Health Centre, on Wednesday, January 28th, 2009. Debbie is survived by her dear sister Dianne, loving life partner Al Rushton (of 30 years), god mother Mary Skrownek and cousins both Joseph Fabian Jr. (and family) and Debbie Fabian of Cherry Hill, New Jersey. Debbie Foster was predeceased by her mother Valerie in 2008 and father James in 2002. Debbie was a sympathetic soul who cared for stray cats, squirrels, birds, and whatever else came her way. She made friends easily with her generous and affectionate spirit. Deb loved to travel beginning as a teen, with digs at northern archeological sites. In her early twenties, Debbie spent two years travelling through Europe, living and working in both Paris and Amsterdam. In the early 80s, she and Al toured the southern states, wintering in Baja, Mexico. In the mid 80s the couple travelled the South Pacific, stopping for extended stays in Fiji, The Cook Islands and New Zealand. Recently Debbie and her sister Diane spent time shopping in L.A. and visiting Disneyland. Until her illness, Debbie worked with friends Larry and Marge at Antiques and Funk, (at Main and Bannatyne) as well as dealing in the antiques and collectables she loved, both at exhibitions and over the internet. Debbie wanted to thank her many dear friends for their love and support over the years including: Joey Ritchie, Patrick Hartnett (Vancouver), Arlene Chesley and Carmen Arndt (Toronto). Special thanks go to Johnny Cash, The Beatles, Bob Dylan and the Stones for the musical accompaniment to her life. According to Debbie's wishes, cremation has taken place. This summer her ashes will be scattered at a particularly beautiful stream in South Dakota. Donations in Debbie's memory may be made to the Winnipeg Humane Society. A Poem of Thanks I was blessed to walk the face of the Earth with friends and family at my side. I felt the warmth of the sun on my cheek, The breeze softly stir my hair And heard the wind and water playing like music in my soul. These are the things I will remember These are the things I will miss. |
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