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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.


 When 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
        earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
        can see them dancing in a cloud during
       the 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.
         They 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.
   - Ashley