In Loving Memory of

Judy Kay Norris

(1944 - 2011)


Judy K. Norris, age 67, died Saturday, August 6, 2011 at her home in Harvest, Alabama.  Born April 29, 1944 in Canton, Illinois, the daughter of George and Ruth Smysor.  She was a loving wive, devoted mother,  and dedicated nurse.  Survivors include her husband, Verlin Norris; her mother, Wilma Ruth Smysor;  Sons, Toby Norris and wife Alice of Huntsville, and Steve Norris and wife Tammy of Nebraska City, Neb.; daughter, Debbie Norris Smith of Sanford, Fla.; grandchildren, Tawnya Smith and Stephanie Norris; great-grandchild, Mcaylah Smith.

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.

I'm following the path God has laid you see.

I took his hand when I heard His call.

I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day

to laugh, to love, to walk, or play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way.

I found the peace at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void then fill it

with remembered joys.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss ...

Oh yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow.

I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life's been full, I savor much;

good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief.

Don't lengthen it now with undone grief.

Lift up your heads and peace to thee.

God wanted me now.

He set me free.

Do not stand by my grave and weep,  

I am not there. I do not sleep.  

I am a thousand winds that blow;  

I am a diamond glint on snow;  

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;  

I am the gentle Autumn rain.  

When you awake in the morning hush,  

I am the swift uplifting rush  

Of quiet birds in circling flight,  

I am the soft star shine at night.  

Do not stand by my grave and cry;  

I am not there . . . I did not die.

To the living, I am gone.

To the sorrowful, I will never return.

To the angry, I was cheated.

But, to the happy, I am at peace.

And to the faithful, I have never left.

I can not be seen, but I can be heard.

So as you stand upon the shore

I can not speak, but I can listen.

Gazing at the beautiful sea, remember me.

As you look in awe at a mighty forest

and its grand majesty, remember me.

Remember me in your hearts,

in your thoughts, and the memories of the

times we loved, the times we cried, the

battle I fought, and the times we laughed.

For if you always think of me, I will

have never gone.