To me he was a Dad.
He was the man who taught me how to catch a ball. He was the man who taught me to fish,he was the man who taught me to stay in the batters-box and not to not be afraid of the ball. Even if it meant making me stand against a tree while he hurled baseballs at my head
He was the man who helped me with my homework. In some cases, doing my homework because he loved math so much. Deep down, he was a family man at heart. He did his best to provide and to be there for each child as best he knew how. Norm was a man who would literally take the shirt of his back to help others. I was in third grade and needed a smock for art class. I had completely forgot to ask for one and as he was getting dressed for work, I mentioned. "That looks like a smock" He took the shirt of his back, handed it to me and said "Get it Nice and Dirty"
Memories of Norm, varied greatly through the years and everyone has a special story to tell. He will be sorely missed.
