Angel Viola

Obit will be in Calgary Herald Friday and Vancouver Sun probably Friday

Wendy Jean Goss (nee Ashbridge), beloved wife of Greg Goss of Calgary passed away peacefully at home on Tuesday, March 7, 2006 at the age of 37 years.

Besides her husband, Wendy is survived by her mother (Fran); father (John); two sisters (Kelli and Janice); grandmother (Irene Ireland); two special people in her heart, Bryan and Alexandra Joyce; as well as other relatives in B.C. and Alberta. She was predeceased by her stepfather (John Vandelaar).

Wendy's employer, ATCO Travel, is creating a bursary at SAIT in her memory.

A memorial service will be announced at a later date. In lieu of flowers, memorial tributes may be made directly to the Canadian Cancer Society.

In living memory of Wendy, a tree will be planted at Fish Creek Provincial Park.
Angel Viola

Reflections: Flor

I'm going to miss you were my friend , my coworker , my
mentor. I thank-you for all the memories that we shared while working at
Marlin Travel and Amex and I thank-you for always being there for me when
I needed a friend.

I will always remember your beautiful wedding.

Most of all I will miss your witty humour, and your guidance and advice.

Thank-you Wendy.

Be with the angels ..

Angel Viola

Reflections: Theresa

I just heard the news only a short time ago. I truly am sorry for the
loss of Wendy. I met Wendy nearly sixteen years ago. She loved playing
Hand and Foot with Jon and I. The card game became popular with a group
called The Mindlinkers and was soon played with several people around
Lori and Ken's dinning room table on New Years eve. Wendy loved that
game. We loved to see her smile. I remember, it was in 1998. Wendy had
come into my hospital room a day or two after my first reconstructive hip
surgery. I was looped out on heavy pain killers and feeling absolutly
awful, like a truck had run me over- twice. She walked through my room,
looking tentitive and shy. My vision was blury which is odd because I
have better than 20-20 or at least that's what they said at the time.
"Wendy?" I asked. "Is that you?" I was surprised to see her because at
the time, she and Dan were no longer a couple. Our Hand and Foot days
seemed to be on hold indefinately. I also knew she was hurt and held some
resentment towards me for giving birth to a baby girl eighteen months
before. I didn't think Wendy liked me anymore and I was in constant pain
and a new exhausted mom that socializing took on a whole new meaning. I
blinked hard and tried to focus as she made her way towards my bed. "I
heard you were here and thought I'd stop by for a visit. I just came from
the cancer clinic and so I brought you this." She leaned over and showed
me a small gold angel pin then pinned it to my hopital gown. "Thank you,"
I said. We talked I'm sure but I don't remember anything else after that.
Like an angel she was gone but the pin remained. Sadly, my pin was taken
with the old laundry but my memory is as shiny and bright as that angle
was the first day she gave it to me. That's what memories are made of.
Thank you Wendy...

See you on higher ground!

Theresa Moleski
Angel Viola

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By Brad Paisley.

When I get to where I'm going
On the far side of the sky
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly

I'm gonna land beside a lion
And run my fingers through his mane
Or I might find out what it's like
To ride a drop of rain.

Yeah when I get to where I'm going
There'll be only happy tears
I will shed the sins and struggles
I have carried all these years
And I'll leave my heart wide open
I will love and have no fear
Yeah when I get where I'm going
Don't cry for me down here.

I'm gonna walk with my grand daddy
And he'll match me step for step
And I'll tell him how I missed him
Every minute since he left.
Then I'll hug his neck.


So much pain and so much darkness
In this world we stumble through
All these questions I can't answer
So much work to do.

But when I get to where I'm going
And I see my maker's face
I'll stand forever in the light
Of his amazing grace
Yea when I get to where I'm going
There'll be only happy tears
I will love and have no fear
When I get to where I'm going.
Yeah when I get to where I'm going.
Angel Viola

Reflections - Heidi

My thoughts and prayers are with you all during this time. I am blessed
to have been able to see Wendy on Saturday. What a gift that was.
Although her outward appearance was different, I could still see the
"Wendy" spirit shining through. I admire her and from the short time I
have known Wendy, I learned patience and understanding and can honestly
say that I am a better person for having her be part of my life. You are
in my thoughts and in my heart always.

Heidi Henneberger
Angel Viola

Reflections: Josie

This is heartbreaking for me, since Wendy is one of the very few people who have ever been there for me when I was at a point in life where I was so desperate for help that I had no way out....and if it would've not been for her, I would've been in more trouble than one can imagine. She was my savior during this time.

Unfortunately I haven't known Wendy but maybe two years, but I believe fate sent her my way, cause it became apparent very fast that she is someone I would look up to. I admire her spirit, her love and care, and that she never gives up....neither on herself nor on others. I love her sense of humor and the way she makes even sticky situations sound light hearted. I will never forget how she was always there for me when life decided to take another dump on me. There are so many things I want to say but can't, because the words just won't come....but I have the thoughts and the memories in my heart, and nobody can take them away. The only thing I regret is that I never had the chance to meet Wendy in real life.

Wendy....thank you for coming into my life and for allowing me to be a small part of yours as well. I hope that you know how much you are loved. Not only by me but by all your friends and family. And I hope that this love will give you wings, so "travelangel" can travel on as the angel she is on her new journey.
Angel Viola

Benediction: Barb


How fortunate any one of us is to be able to call you 'friend'. To have you as a colleague was an honour - even bunking together and claiming neither of us snores! Your love of working in travel, your appreciation of a job well done and your willingness to share your knowledge awakened with in others a new appreciation for one's own skills. You are an unselfish colleague with a true internal and external customer service spirit. To see you honoured with a bursary being named by ATCO is so exciting - and for this to happen while you are with us - so that you know her legacy will live on - is so special.

To have had an opportunity to turn a workplace colleague relationship into a personal friendship has been such fun. From beginning a tradition of meal-on-wheels for an ill friend alone in a new big city, to sharing Christmas, cat sitting duties (I don't think CJ and Midnight will every figure out the other's scent) and driveway storage for moving vans - our stories were just beginning. In the Owen home we celebrate the short time of our friendship with many happy memories. And we won't lose track of you, either, Greg!

So with a sad heart of seeing a you, Wendy, a good friend, off on a new journey, I celebrate the warm friendship we have enjoyed these past few short years.

God speed Wendy - Safe Journey. Don't forget your promise to give me a sign - if you able. I would really be happy to know you have crossed over safely. I will always remember the story you shared about the sea lion in the bay.

Much love,
Barbara and Rick
Angel Viola

Reflections: Huey

2006-03-06 04:35 pm UTC 

There are exactly no things that some random [twit] on the internet can say to you right now, but I still feel possessed to try.

I see the way you've talked about her, and how wonderful a person she was, and it strikes me that even if you're capable of celebrating the fabulous gift that was your time with her, it is I, and the other people who never met her, who should be feeling the profound sense of loss. Here was another amazing person that most of the world did not know, and will now never have the chance to beyond what you and her other friends can tell us; the world has lost something precious, even if what you see is how much a blessing was your time together.

So maybe it's not you or her that people grieve for. Maybe it's everyone else, who never had that blessing. </p>