A Bientot _BlueAngel_
With deepest sadness I must tell
you all that my dear friend,
spade's partner, and cohost
+_BlueAngel_Host/_BlueAngel_
(John Norris) passed away on
Wednesday July 4, 2001
at 6:00 pm from heart failure
brought on by complications
from lung cancer.
He always loved his time with us
all on the Zone. Even near the
end when he was in so much
pain, he would manage somehow
to get online and run rules in our
tournaments and pass a few
pleasantries with our players.
If desired, respects can be
forwarded to:
Herrinton Funeral Home,
3434 South Loop 256,
Palestine, TX 75802.
He was buried in Houston on
Monday the 9th.
madfad/Mr_OHFAD (5578834)
graciously consented to do
an online memorial for Blue on
Monday, July the 9th at 2:00 pm
pst in Tournament Room 9.
Many of Blue's friends were able
to join with us at that time to
commemorate Blue's life and
honor his memory.
Corn
PSALM 23
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside the still waters;
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me,
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil,
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings a silent prayer
that makes the rain cry. People dis-
appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
can see them dancing in a cloud during
the day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They paint the rain-
bows and also the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.
- Ashley
