Daryl

I knew Thanksgiving would be hard when a couple of weeks ago I was in Costco and as I walked by the pumpkin pies, tears welled up in my eyes. I found out later that my daughter Natasha had the same experience on a different day. Daryl would eat pumpkin pie for breakfast around Thanksgiving. Every year he would make these incredible orange rolls. It was kind of a family effort with the girls and I zesting the oranges, making the glaze but Daryl did most of the work. It was quite an ordeal to watch as he rolled out the dough working up a sweat as his glasses would slide down his nose. He wanted perfectly thin dough to roll up several times to make many layers. He would make a triple batch sometimes quadruple so there would be baking pans all over the kitchen but the aroma of soft, gooey orange rolls baking permeated the whole house and was worth the mess. He loved making them for family and friends. I promise if you were a lucky recipient of Daryl's orange rolls there was never any s

I was up late one night about two weeks into October catching up on some emails and work projects when I saw these text messages come through on the Norton girls group text. Earlier that evening our family had been together for dinner and we had a great time together. I felt a sense of fear and sadness as I read these messages of hurt and pain. How I wish I could take it all away but this pain they are experiencing, I too am feeling. I asked my girls if I could share these texts messages because I think it helps answer the question we are asked a lot, "how are you doing?" Erika & Daryl Daryl & MacKenzie Daryl & Alexa Daryl & Natasha  Daryl & Karla  Good morning lovelies, I decided to write an email instead of text because it was late when I saw your text messages. I didn't want to wake you up but I have a few thoughts I wanted to add and texting would take to much time. I'm