It’s hard to find the words to express the deep and overwhelming grief that has enveloped our family this week. Walter “Wally” Foxcroft, beloved husband, father, son, brother, and friend, passed away suddenly—leaving a void that cannot be filled and hearts that may never fully heal.
Wally was in the midst of what we all thought would be his turning point. After years of long hours, sacrifice, and unwavering determination, he was finally beginning to see the light at the end of a long tunnel. He had poured every ounce of himself into building the practice of his dreams—one rooted in service, compassion, and integrity. He was beginning to stand on steady ground. But in giving everything to others, he never got the chance to prepare for the unimaginable. Wally passed without a will or life insurance, leaving Tiffany, his devoted wife, and their beautiful children emotionally shattered and now facing an uncertain financial future.
Wally wasn’t just a provider. He was the soul of our family, the one who brought light, laughter, and comfort wherever he went. He had an extraordinary way of making you feel seen and valued, whether you were a loved one or someone sitting in his office for the very first time. He had a heart that radiated warmth and healing—a rare gift that touched everyone around him.
The love between Tiffany and Wally was the kind you read about in novels. Theirs was a connection full of kindness, strength, and joy. Anyone who spent even a moment with them could feel the magic. It was in the way Wally looked at her, the way her eyes lit up when he walked into the room, the way they parented, worked, and dreamed side by side. Their relationship was more than a partnership—it was a true love story, one built on trust, laughter, and deep, abiding devotion.
To his children, Wally was more than a father—he was a superhero, a protector, a constant source of encouragement. His love for them was loud, intentional, and fierce. He showed up for them in every way—cheering from the sidelines, singing silly songs at bedtime, teaching them by example how to live with purpose and heart. Everything he did was for them. Their happiness was his mission, and he made their world feel safe, joyful, and full of promise.
Now, in the wake of his sudden loss, we are left not only to grieve the man we loved so dearly but to face the harsh reality of what his absence means for the family he worked so hard to care for.
We’re asking for your help—not just to meet immediate expenses or to give Wally the celebration of life he so richly deserves, but to give his family a measure of stability in the uncertain days ahead. Tiffany and the kids are navigating unthinkable heartbreak, and any support—emotional or financial—will go a long way in helping them begin again.
And we will honor Wally the way he would’ve wanted: in color, with music, with stories and laughter and love. We will celebrate the joy he brought into the world and the lives he touched so deeply.
Thank you for your prayers, your memories, your kindness, and your support. It means more than words could ever say.
Rest easy, Wally. You were one of the good ones. You still are. And your love lives on—in every story, every smile, every child you held close, and every life you healed with your presence. You will never be forgotten.
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