On a cold winter morning in 2002 a nice nurse on her way to work saw a little black spot running
in the road. She brought him to me and I knew he was here to stay.
Everyone loved Norman and he loved everyone.
Norman has gone to meet all his little friends at the bridge and there are many there to greet him.
January 6, 2002 -- July 25, 2017
RIP my little man I love you and miss you.
somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings
a silent prayer
that makes the
rain cry. People dis-
appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there
put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
see them dancing in a cloud during
day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They
paint the rain-
bows and also
the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much.
The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.