I hesitated, and still hesitate a bit, to write about his death on my blog, but I am honest here, so will try a draft version - if you are reading this - I decided to make it live.
It happened about 5 days before we were scheduled to fly out to our new home. Movers were coming in and life was in a turmoil. I received the phone-call from my sister somewhat late on a Thursday night, (20 October) - early morning her time, to tell me that Dad had fallen asleep earlier that morning while in care, and did not wake up. At least it was a pleasant way to go! I know that inside he was churning with the want to get out of care, and get back to his gym, even if he could not really do it anymore. His body grew older before his mind did.
Over the time of my blog I have written quite a few stories about Dad. Maybe I will link them, as I write a few more memories of him.
What used to make both Chris and I smile, was when Dad would send a card or letter, and sign it:
'Love, Your Dad, Norm'.
It was like he needed to remind us of who he was--such a funny man. When he turned 89 he brought my sister, Joyce to
I think I may just link some of my stories that I have written about my Dad below, and if you are interested to know what a caring, kind, and forever changing man he was, complete with his vitality for life and living, you may wish to read them, (if you haven't already)!
He may be gone, but he will never be forgotten! Not my Dad!!
My Dad, almost 93 years young:
Happy Birthday, Dad:
Stories about Dad - the lunch box!:
Stories about Dad- his lunch menu:
Happy Father's Day, Dad!:
Dad's Worming Tongs: