Aunt Norma holds an extra-special place in our hearts. I knew Norma before Doug and I ever met. As a student employed at Petro-Canada for a few summers, I had, like so many, become friends with Norma. I had strongly considered not going back again in favour of finding work in my field of study. But Norma communicated an invitation for me to come back to her department through my father at work one day. That tipped the scales for me and I chose one last summer in the Petro-Canada offices. Coincidentally, her nephew Doug happened to be temping there. We met that summer and for us, the rest is history. Doug and I have been happily married for 27 years. Norma has been an important part of our family over the years. Godmother to our son Tristan, and well-loved grand-aunt to our 4 children (now all adults). She will be profoundly missed at our family milestone events. Norma will live on for us through the many cherished memories we’ve been privileged enough to share. We love you aunt Norma!

Doug, Camille, Alexa, Tristan, Savannah and Tallin

You couldn’t ask for better neighbours than the Madore family right next door! We had the honour and privilege to move in next door in 2001 and spent many wonderful years with them developing a wonderful friendship that lasted long after they moved away. 
Norma was such a special friend, mentor and beautiful human being and I miss her everyday - her wisdom , her love of life and her sense of humour got us all through many ups and downs over the years. I always knew she was there for a chat, a cup of tea and a comforting shoulder if I needed it. We even built a secret gate in our fence that she would pop in at night and we’d have a glass of wine out in the pool and talk and laugh about life. There are so many memories with the whole family - Afternoon games in the backyard, cheering on the Leafs, our trip down to Nova Scotia in 2005 with Norma and Avril and Blair and their families - just to mention a few! 
She was always Auntie Norma to my daughter- Bethan and gave her so much over the years in life lessons - every December the girls would gather at Norma’s feet as she taught them crafts and read them wonderful stories. Every spring when it was ice show time she would sew their costumes and then proudly come to watch them skate and cheer them on. 
Norma - you were an angel here on earth and I miss you more than words could ever say - thank you for sharing yourself and your beautiful family with us over the years - you will forever have a place in our hearts - love you so much XoX 

I remember the first time I remember my mother (Norma) crying. We spent every summer in our A-frame cabin at the family land near Blomedown mountain, called Madore's cove or "da cabins". We had no electricity and used propane lights and a wood stove. We had a battery powered transistor radio to listen to news in the morning and the top ten songs each night. One morning, the announcer said "ladies get you handkerchiefs, the king is dead". My mother burst into tears. It was incredibly disturbing to me - as she was my rock and I did not believe anything could upset her. She explained why Elvis was so important to her and we all calmed down. Later that night, as always, we listened to the top ten to hear our favorite song - "Telephone Man" by Meri Wilson - a silly song filled with innuendo that went right the heads of us kids, as we danced around the cabin in glee. Later in life I looked up the song only to be shocked by the lyrics. Many a music aficionado thought the the success of such a song hastened the death of the king.