I’ve just read the eulogy for Norman’s funeral, and I am in tears at my desk.
Norman did so much for so many people; he raised me and my sister, he’d been married; had multiple careers; got into trouble and made everyone laugh.
My sister has quoted my post, A Blog For Norman, and I just keep thinking, what would he be saying to us right now? What would he do?
But I know exactly what he would do: he’d give me a big cuddle, tell me not to get upset, ruffle my hair, and tell me how proud he is of me. Of all of us. I bet he’d do the same to my sister too. To all of us, because that is who Norman was: he was Daddy. He protected us, he raised us, and he was proud of us.
I know none of you knew him, but I just wanted you to know, he was the best person in the world, and I am privileged to say that not only did I know him and work for him, I was his step-daughter, and he raised me.
People say you are remembered by what you leave behind, well Norman left behind two daughters who wouldn’t be where they are without him.