RIP Norman

Today Uncle Norman was laid to rest.  There was no service.  The Corona virus has made it so there are no funerals as groups can not be larger than ten.  So Aunt Betty, Duane and I attended the internment at the cemetery.  Norman's pastor was there and said a nice prayer. 
Norman was the kindest man I knew.  He was funny and he liked to look at old cars.  He used to smoke a pipe and he was the only one who could do that and it didn't bother me.  I guess it was a matter of the tobacco that he used.  We always looked forward to his trips up here from his home in California. 
Then he moved up here after his wife died.  He lived at Mallard's Landing for a long time and then in the end was at an adult family home.  He managed to catch the Corona Virus.  For a quick minute we thought he had it beat, but it surprised us and took him away.  He was 86 years-old and had many stories to tell from his life.  He is survived by his sister, Betty, three step-children, two nephews, me and the offspring and grandchildren of Dave. 
He was hardworking, responsible, personable and he had the nicest smile.  I was always happy he was part of my family and I will miss him.  I like to think he is up there somewhere with Dave having a smoke and watching out over us. 
RIP Norman.  Light and love on your journey.  Hugs when we get there.

At the cemetery Betty brought an arrangement.  I brought whirligigs.  One for Norman and ones for the other special men in my life.  It was an absolute beautiful day for an internment.  Betty and I and Duane walked around and visited our family there.  We had stories to share. 
I had more pictures I wanted to attach to this post, but naturally I couldn't find them.  I do like the ones I found.