This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, janice norrell, 23 years old, born on March 29, 1979, and passed away on October 17, 2002. We will remember her forever.

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Wonderful mother

Shared by Rachael Triplett on July 31, 2016

I only had 2 years with Janice. But the two years taught me a lot of things now being 16. It taught me love stretches as far as heaven is. I know every single day she is with me. I know I have a heavenly mother and father. No one has ever touched my heart as much as my momma has. As those two years passed I know my family went through a lot of pain. Growing up now being 40 something with out a sister. Having to be in your 60s as a mother and getting older with having the pain of having a lost child. But it hurts the most growing up with out a mother. Only knowing her by the stories people tell you. The things your father put in your head to try and make you not miss her. I remember every day in my 5th grade year I cried so much. Have went threw the years with a grandma to take care of me, knowing my mother was post to. I know God needed her more than we did. But the most beautiful things endures the most pain. Me James Jacobe and noble have grown to be beautiful kids. Having to grow up with 2 brothers knowing you have 3 put a little more on the chest. No body understands how beautiful this woman is. How see has created and done things to power up her 3 kids. Hearing those stories doesn't bother me. I want to hear it all. The bad and the good. Love is love, feelings are feelings. But a daughter and mothers history builds as it goes. I get the best feelings when my aunt and cousins tell me stories about my mom. I cry a little , but it's joy tears. As the years go by momma just know I'm turning out to be like you. I will try my best to ful fill your wishes you had wanted for your only daughter. James tells me all the time when I get on to him "you're not my mom" I tell him "I'm the closest thing we got to momma" it brings him down. I want to help the boys be men. I want to be their best friend as you would have done for us. Don't worry momma I'm not mad that you're gone. I just wish you was here . I love you