Roy Norris

During the Summer of 2002, I had a summer internship in LA, and I had the joy of living with my Nanie and Pa (aka “Big Poop”) for a couple months. During this time, Pa never left the house without kissing Nanie and telling her how much he loved her, and when he returned he would kiss her again and say the same. Witnessing this type of love was magical — and I certainly felt all his love too. Pa always made those close to him feel his love. There was never a phone call where he didn’t say, “don’t forget how much your Big Poop loves you… and your family”. I’ll never forget the way Pa looked at me on my wedding day when he and Nanie visited me getting ready before the ceremony. Pa’s face lit up and he gave me the biggest and warmest embrace. I think of that moment often and it gives me so much joy knowing how happy he was for me. I can picture him holding my face and saying, “Such a cute little punim!” Pa was the sweetest with my two kids, Annie & Chase, and I have memories of him rolling around with them on the carpet, laughing, and kissing them to pieces. Love you so much, Big Poop. Thank you for showing me what it means to truly love with all your heart. Love, your Little Poop, your grandgirl, Laura Janine (Roy was my grandfather, but to me he was “Pa” or “Big Poop” and I was “Little Poop” or “grandgirl” — which started when I was young and didn’t know how to spell granddaughter when I signed a card.)