Norman Young (27 Aug 1928 - 30 May 2017)

Such a lovely gentleman ....So glad to you have met you in my life and my dad respected you so much I know RIP

It has been an honour to have had you as a friend, you were an inspiration to all who knew you. Rest in Peace Norman you will be so sadly missed. xx

It has been an honour to have had Norman as a friend, such a lovely man, an inspiration to all who knew him. Rest in Peace Norman you will be so sadly missed xx

Rest In peace Norman Young after all your hard work and dedication to SSAFA and your family and friends. I hope I was a friend even for a short while and rather distant.
I am very proud to have known him.

Pleased to have met and know Norman who was my father, Robert Young's, first cousin, and to have met his family. Rest in Peace Norman

Fair winds to a safe anchorafe Norman. You will be sadly missed. David Rye 104.

God Bless x

RIP Norman - such a selfless gentleman, nothing was too much trouble. If he could help, he would. It has been my privilege to call you a friend. Sleep well ?

Glad to have met him when I did, good by Norman.

Dearest Norman, you and my Dad were friends for over 60 years, and it has been my pleasure to get to know you over the years - a very brave courageous man who helped so many RIP dear Norman - with love Helen and familyxxx

I met Norman over 20 years ago on a SSAFA volunteer training course. A lovely, lovely man with a Kind and generous heart.

I met Norman whilst on a SSAFA volunteer training course. Lovely, lovely man with a kind and generous heart.

Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.