In Loving Memory
July 2, 1944-October 15, 2014
Yesterday, my beloved brother and friend, Norman Wilson, took his final flight, the one without an airplane. For 41 years, he traveled and sang the gospel with the Primitive Quartet. We met him when the group was just getting started, when my sons were little "burr-headed" boys, and have followed them all these years. I have never had a better or dearer friend.
Here we are, laughing at a festival in September last year. It was hard not to be happy around Norman. He encouraged everyone he met, and had a constant, contagious smile.
These photos are from the National Quartet Convention on September 24, just twenty two days ago. When the show was over, there were many people in line waiting to see Norman. The NQC people were telling us to clear the building because they had to do sound checks for the next show. Finally, I saw Norman in a small group not far from us, but it was taped off. Y'all know I'm a teacher and always obey the rules, but that day, I was not giving up. I calmly tore the tape in two and went right over to where he was.
I'm glad I did. I'm so thankful for that last I love you and that last hug and that last y'all are so precious to me.
Good night, sweet Norman. We'll all be together for a big singing soon.
Is it just me, or is the world a little dimmer today?
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away.