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for Norman Brennan
Jim and Susan Lierman
September 19, 2021
We really miss you both!!
Denver Brennans
October 14, 2009
Kyle James Brennan
October 2, 2009
Papa, a part of me went with you the day God called you home. It broke my heart to lose you but you will always have a place in my heart. I reflect on the times we had together playing miniature golf, eating dinner around the table, and enjoying each other’s company. When I went to church with you I marveled at how loud and proudly you sung the hymns. Your voice seemed to rise above the others as I listened and I was proud that you were my Papa.
Love, Kyle
Heather Jensen
December 28, 2008
Writing in Papa's guest book is incredibly difficult, even now-- nearly three months after his passing. We just had our first Thanksgiving and our first Christmas without him, and somehow it just wasn't the same. He has always been the linchpin of our family, a towering figure in his 5'10 frame, an individual who could convey immense love through a simple hug. His physical absence has been therefore been palpable during the holiday season, especially since the memory of his life and recent passing is still so fresh in our minds.
During his funeral I learned that Papa had delayed starting chemo, in part, to attend my graduate school graduation. To say I was shocked by this information would be an understatement. I knew how much Papa loved life, how much he fought his illness so he could spend just another day cuddling with Nana or playing golf. So to hear that he had sacrificed some of his precious days for me produced indescribeable sadness, shame, pride, and honor-- all at the same time.
His language of love was was rarely verbal; he usually expressed his love through deeds. Knowing this, I felt that his decision to attend my graduation ceremony despite the cost was the best and most selfless way to tell me just how much he loved me. And although my language of love is much more verbal, I eventually got his message loud and clear.
Papa, I have seen you in my dreams many times before and since your passing. Each time you have had a message, a warning, or guidance for me. I try my best to listen to your wisdom and be open to whatever insights you may bring. I hope I will continue to make you proud, and I look forward to seeing you in my dreams again very soon. Until then, rest in peace and love.
Love always,
Your granddaughter
Chuck Kedl
November 6, 2008
It is exceptionally hard to put words on paper that express my feelings for a wonderful man by the name of Norman Brennan.
Unfortunately, I came around at the twilight of his life. But, what a life it was! The legacy that he and Doris founded and left to grow says it all about the greatness of the man.
Greatness can be defined in many ways. However, I like a quote from the baseball player Buck Rogers:
"There are countless ways of attaining greatness, but any road reaching one's maximum potential must be bilt on a bedrock of respect for the individual, a commitment to excellence, and a rejection of mediocrity."
This is what I know about the man that everyone calls "Papa". I was a priviledge to know him.
Brian, Debbie, Jenn & Adam Lizotte
October 25, 2008
To Uncle Brennie Bristle Broom, you are loved so much and will be sadly missed.
We have so many wonderful memories of all of our times together with you and Auntie Doris. Every visit was greatly anticipated and thoroughly enjoyed. All of our growing up years spending two weeks every summer together at the Cape. That's where we came up with our nickname for Uncle Norman - "Uncle Brennie Bristle Broom" because his mustache always tickled and was a little scratchy.
I am so grateful that Brian, Jenn and Adam got a chance to know and love him. He was very special to all of us. When Adam was young, he used to him "Uncle Bristle Broom", which always made us laugh.
He will always have a very special place in our hearts. We love you very much.
Patricia Schofield
October 25, 2008
What can I say about my brothers. I was the baby of the family, and now I am without my two darling brothers. We have wonderful memories I must say. Remember the wonderful times we had at the Cape. When our children were young, we packed up all their possessions and off we went to the beach. We were very lucky, we only had two hours to drive. You people were in your van for about twelve or thirteen hours. I must say it was worth every moment. Over the years, Leon and I were very fortunate to be able to attend all the Brennan childrens weddings. We had such a great time in Seattle and then to San Francisco and then to Chicago. What a trip that was. All the weddings were just beautiful. This is not easy for me. Golf!! Doris what can we say about our golf matches with our two wonderful husbands. Wayne and I have not played golf since the last time we played with you and Norman. We must put this back on our agenda. Our corned beef dinners. Wayne packed the corned beef so beautifully, I don't know why I would make him open it up so I could put my finger on the package to make sure it was good and cold. It always was.
I am going to miss my darling Norman so much. I am still hurting from the loss of my darling brother, Bob. I know they are both healthy now and without any pain. I see my Bob running around in God's beautiful gardens and now he has someone to enjoy the beauty with. I know they are with our parents and my darling Leon. I'm sure Wayne's brother, Barry has joined the group.
I will keep them in my thoughts and prayers forever. They are amoung our guardian angels. So when you are lonesome, sit down and talk to them. They will be listening.
My love to all my guardian angels. Until we meet again.
Your loving sister.
Pat Brennan, Boucher, Schofield.
Scott Brennan
October 23, 2008
I wasn’t able to see Papa that much but he had a big impact on my life. And, even though he is gone, he still influences me to be myself and try my hardest. I believe that Papa is looking down on me and he is just playing golf like he would on Earth. Papa was a huge Michigan fan, but one thing I always thought was weird and kinda funny was that he used to live in Ohio. Papa, thank you for passing down what you knew to my Dad to pass down to me, and I will pass all of those things on to my children. Love, Scott
October 22, 2008
Kevin Brennan
October 22, 2008
To my father and my hero!
Dad, I want you to know that I love you more than you could possibly know, and that throughout the years of my life, I have been blessed by your teachings, your examples, your love and your support, your confidence in me and my abilities (even those I did not realize I possessed), your unconditional love of your family, your extraordinary drive, your shear raw energy that you possessed for work and play your entire life. As I think back over my 53 years as your son, I can’t help remember how you and mom have shaped my life. I am but one of five, and amazingly, all five of your children turned out to be more than each had imagined. I hope we all made you proud – in fact I don’t even have to say it, because I already know we did – just my being your children. I remember growing up in a home where no matter what we argued about, no matter what trouble we got into (I know I never got into any trouble :) ) we still loved each other and forgave each other at the end of the day and never held a grudge. Some families are not so lucky as I have discovered.
I remember so many times you telling me to try my best, do my best, to be my best, no matter what I choose to do. You always challenged me to do more than I thought I could do and often I found out that I could. Even if we went down the wrong path as we often did growing up, you were always there to help us find our way back, and when we got there, you always had a smile and a story to tell along with as much support as we needed. Dad, you had a passion for life and you showed it in everything you did! Your family and your friends are a testament to who you were, what you accomplished, and most important, the love that each of us has for you then, now, and forever.
You will always be my hero!
I will miss you!
Love,
Kevin
Jim and Susan Lierman
October 22, 2008
It is hard not to smile when I think of my dearest friend Norm. We first met in 1970 at the world's largest plastic plant, Ford's Saline plant. He was a true character. Someone I immediately liked and became increasing closer to as time passed. It would be easy to tell story after story about my friend Norm, but I will leave that for another time.
Norm loved life, hard work, Irish songs, good times, U of M football, and his friends. He loved to talk about Diane, Kevin, Mark, Craig and Scott. He was proud of them all and latter all of his grand children. Most of all he passionately loved Doris and would constantly show his affection. My friend Norm was a true romantic and a real "softy" under that gruff exterior. He was bigger than life and lived life to it's fullest.
God Bless you. Not a day will pass when I do not think of you and smile.
Ryan Brennan
October 21, 2008
Papa has always been one to look after his loved ones. Always giving them advice, support, and most of all, love. Every time I would visit him, I would receive an important life lesson that helped me in life or will help me. My favorite memorable piece of advice was last year when he took Trevor and me on a little walk. He gave us a lesson on women and marriage.
“Boys,” he said, “women are very complicated. They are also very expensive. When you get married, be sure to find a woman you can love unconditionally no matter what. Be sure that she returns the favor to you. And when you get married, only get married once because you will only have enough money to get married once. Look at me, I’m still married to the same woman and look at how enjoyable my life turned out to be.”
As always, I took his speech and lesson to heart, and I’m sure it will help me make better decisions along the way in life. Thank you for all the life lessons and all the great moments I was able to share with you. I will always miss you and love you.
Doris Brennan
October 21, 2008
To My Loving Husband and Best Friend,
Over the many years together, 55 to be exact, and oh yes, the six years we dated, life had its ups and downs, but mostly on the upside. This, of course includes five wonderful children, who were so supportive and helpful during our sad loss.
Over the years, we have moved several times, always for the better. I might add we always had great neighbors and friends and they too were very helpful in our time of need.
Norm and I always had fun going to all the different sports events, especially when we each had to take two games and go in different directions. We also had season tickets to Michigan football and to the Lions. Football kept us quite busy for many years. There was also diving and soft ball for the female in the family.
Over the years, Norm and I took many great trips including several, several trips to Disney World, Switzerland, Germany, New Zealand, Australia and lets not forget many trips to Hawaii.
Coming to Florida was one of the best things we ever did, as Norm loved to play golf and we were lucky enough to live across from the 3rd hole.
We had also joined a bowling league, which gave us lots of fun, especially as we weren’t on the same team together.
I remember holding hands in the movies, even after 50 years. I remember the dance clubs we belonged to and how people would tell us how much they liked to watch us. He always sent me flowers on holidays and often times, just because. The Hallmark cards he picked out were perfect and lovingly always had beautiful sentiments. I miss the fact he would compliment me on what I was wearing most every day. As you can see, he was and is quite a guy.
I know he is in a better place now and not in any pain, but there is a big hole in my heart and in my home.
All my love forever,
Doris
Mark & Laura Brennan
October 21, 2008
This day has come too soon for us. With heavy and broken hearts we have had to let you go. You faced these last months like you faced your whole life – with strength of character, determination and pure grit. Oh, how we will miss you so very, very much. We thank God for you, for your guidance, your wisdom, and especially for your love. Even though we lived in different parts of the country, we always knew you were there just a phone call away. We are thankful that Matthew and Scotty grew up knowing their Papa. You instilled a pride and sense of responsibility in all of us and taught us to believe in ourselves, take risks, do the right thing, and above all, enjoy life. We hope and pray you are now at peace. We also hope and pray that you will always be with us, and a part of all of our lives. We will listen quietly as we wonder what to do next, and we promise to do our best to take good care of each other. We do not say a final goodbye Papa, for we believe in the promise that we will someday be together again. With All of Our Love, Mark & Laura
CJ Vural, Jr
October 20, 2008
On September twenty-third morning at ten forty-four A.M., I received a call during school hours. It was my Mom so I decided to answer the phone. Hearing my Mom’s voice and I froze! My jaw dropped in pain and fear. So many thoughts were flying through my head. I felt like I couldn’t speak…… my Grandfather died. When I finally realized that he was not coming back this time, this rage just flooded through my veins. I snapped!!! I started to flip desks, and punch walls trying to fight everyone. The pain I felt… I could not even tell you. It hurt so much for the first time in a long time, I actually cried. Once I started to let my feelings out I could not stop; for my life these pains in my heart, my stomach, my head I just had this sickening feeling.
In about twenty minutes or so, after the phone call my Mom was at the school to pick me up early. It was a two hour drive to go where he passed away. He was in a place called Hospice, which is where you go to die basically. The reason it hurt so much is that he actually passed away. He was diagnosed with lung cancer about a year before and he was supposed to die two months after he was diagnosed, but he kept fighting. He was in and out of the hospital day after day not giving up. Then things just started to get worse; he lost a hundred pounds over the course of that one year. His feet were so swollen they were the size of watermelons. It made me so depressed every time I went to go see my grandfather because every time I saw him, he just looked worse and worse. It was horrible I was watching him slowly and painfully die. I loved him so much I never wanted to accept that my Grandfather is going to die but as I watched him fight I realized that he lived his life to the fullest.
From the day he met the love of his life Doris, that’s my Grandmother, when they were in high school, he would stay at her house past eleven for one last kiss. He knew he was going to have to miss the last bus home, but that last kiss was worth walking six miles every night. When they first met, he lied about his age. But she knew they loved each other so much that they got married and had five kids. They raised four young men and one young lady. They are all successful and all have kids. As they loved each other as much as ever, they watched their family grow. Then I was born. My father left when I was a kid. So I had my Grandfather; I was so close to him and loved him so much he was everything to me. When he was sick he bowled once a week even with an oxygen tube to his nose. He also golfed nine holes then, even though he was too tired to play a whole game. But he lived his life to the fullest and he was a happy and successful man. I’m so grateful to have him as my grandfather and he is what made me who I am today because if he wasn’t in my life taking care of me, I know I would have grown up to be nothing.
But as he left my life he told me I was going to make it some where in life. Also what makes me happy but sad at the same time is when he passed away everyone told me that I’m the most like my grandfather and that he is watching me from above now. I know he is he is watching me because we both have a passion for football and every time I am on that field I feel his spirit with me and that is what gets me through the game. Every time I sit there and just think about him I can hear his voice and feel his spirit watching me in the room.
Even though his body is gone he will always be in my heart forever. And that will never die. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him, but when I stop and think about how much he was in pain and he isn’t in pain any more, I am just happy that my grandfather is in a better place where he doesn’t feel pain. Now he can finally rest. I can write on and on about my feelings towards my Grandfather but it gets harder and more difficult to write about him. All I have to say is that I love him with all my heart and one day I will see him again. But until then, I’m going to live my life.
Lydia Brennan
October 20, 2008
Soon after I started dating Scott, Papa asked when we were going to get married. Little did I know then that I would really marry Scott and become a part of the loving Brennan clan. He really wanted grandkids and was thrilled to get twin grandsons. I remember how much he loved Trevor and Ryan and all the fun he had with them skiing, fishing, golfing, rafting, hiking, and riding the rides at Disneyland and Disneyworld. We spent many a New Year’s rooting on Michigan at the Rose Bowl. All my friends adored him. He had that Irish gift of storytelling and kept us laughing all the time. I loved his warmth, big bear hugs, his ticklish kisses and wit. He loved our pets and like me, talked to them a lot. My funniest memory of Papa was our white water rafting trip. It was Nana’s first trip and so Scott and Craig were with her. I was with Papa. We went over a big rapid, hit a bump and Papa was on his way out of the raft. I don’t think I ever held on to anything as hard as I hung onto Papa. All I could think was, “I can’t lose the Papa!” After using my superwoman powers to pull him back in, he just laughed and said let’s do that again! He was a true adventurer and enjoyed life to the fullest. I am so thankful that our family and especially, Trevor and Ryan, were able to do so many wonderful things with Papa and will enjoy many fond memories of their absolutely, loving and fun grandfather.
Scott Brennan
October 19, 2008
Papa, as I watched you fight your final and greatest fight of your life, I could not help but think back on how you had influenced my life and helped me become the man I am. For as far back as I can remember, you were always there to watch me play my sports. You took such great pride in boasting about me to friends and strangers. I don’t think I was as good an athlete as you made me sound, but funny, I find myself doing the same thing when talking about Trevor and Ryan.
I remember watching you and Nana dance in our living room as if you had been dancing together your entire lives, perfectly in step and you singing or whistling whatever song was playing. Nana always had a huge adoring smile on her face when you danced and after 61 years of dating and marriage, she still loved to dance with you.
I remember you coming home from work for lunch and taking a 20 minute power nap. You would never set the alarm, but you always woke yourself up exactly at 20 minutes and then you would go right back to work. You worked hard, long hours and on more than one occasion turned down better career opportunities just so your family could stay with their friends.
I remember that despite having five kids of your own, you were always there to give advice, offer food or a place to stay, or just crack a joke with any number of our friends. You and Nana were referred to as Mom and Dad Brennan to more neighborhood kids than I can remember.
I remember on those rare occasions (ok, not so rare) when I would get into trouble for smashing up a car, coming in late, forgetting to do my chores, getting a bad grade, talking back, and one or two other indiscretions. Yes, you would get mad and yes, you would discipline me (I think I’m still grounded for life), but no matter what I did, not matter how stupid I could be, you never, ever stopped loving me.
I remember when you first met Lydia and wanted to know when she was going to marry me and start making grandchildren for you. Well Papa, you definitely got your wish. Not only did she marry me, but we produced two wonderful, loving boys in Trevor and Ryan to carry on the Brennan name.
And yes, I remember that you would enjoy your cigarettes and scotch after a long day at the office, but those old habits of the 70’s gave way to a glass of red wine and working out at the health club in the 80’s, 90’s and into a new century.
Papa, as I watched you lay there fighting the ultimate fight, I remember that you taught me the importance of a good education and to work hard, you taught me the importance of being a loving husband and father, you taught me to be a good neighbor and friend, you taught me to be self sufficient, you taught me to take time to enjoy life, and you taught me to be forgiving and to love unconditionally. But most importantly, you taught me to never give up, to fight the good fight and to take pride in my accomplishments.
Well Papa, I can honestly say that, thanks to you, I am proud of the life I have made for me and my family and I’m so very proud to be your son.
Diane Brennan
October 19, 2008
My father was more than just a Dad; he was my hero, my mentor and role model. I think about him every day and the legacy he has left behind: 5 kids, 9 grandkids, and a great grandson; countless friends and business colleagues who admired and loved him; and of course my Mom, Doris. Dad has touched so many people in such an incredible way and in the end, isn't that the true measure of someone's existance....did they leave this earth even a little better than when they came in? The resounding answer for my Dad is "YES"! And because of that, each of us kids and his grandchildren, will be better citizens of this world. He has inspired each and every one of us to be all that we can be, to always grow, to love passionately and to be good solid, hard working people. We have all taken to heart who and what he was and still is in our hearts. Daddy, not a day goes by that I don't think of you, miss you and understand even more, what an incredible person you were. From the bottom of my heart, I am grateful that I got to be your daughter in this lifetime and for all you taught me, showed me and were to me.
Your loving daughter,
Diane
Craig Brennan
October 19, 2008
Norman Paul Brennan
August 9, 1930 - September 23, 2008
All of us in the Brennan Family would like to thank all of you for coming here today to remember and celebrate the life of our husband, our father, our papa, our great grandfather, your friend, your school mate, your military corpman, your neighbor, your company leader, your mentor, and your golf buddy, Norman Paul Brennan.
Norman, or Norm, or Storming Norman, as he liked to be called, was both a simple and direct man and a complex multi-dimensional man as well.
Now, what I am about to share with you, I cannot fully attest to what is true and what is myth, for Norm was an Irishman.
And anyone who knows an Irishman, knows they like to take a little bit of truth and weave a grand story from it.
To begin, Norm, dad, papa, was born August 9, 1930 and claimed that he was a full blooded Irishman, as Irish as Brian Boru, the first High King of Ireland in 1002 or Saint Patrick in 1101 who chased the snakes from this fabled emerald island.
The reality (which Norm could ignore when it served his purpose) was that he was half French, on his mother’s side, with her maiden name being Paquette (ya can’t get much more French that that!)
Norman was adventurer. He was a dreamer. He was a fighter. He was determined. And he was strong. And he never gave up. He never, ever gave up, even right to the end.
Our dad wasn’t shy about pursuing his dreams. In fact, throughout his life, he constantly encouraged his kids, those that worked with him and those that came into contact with him, to pursue their dreams.
And that is exactly what he did throughout his life.
As a boy he worked at Franks Corner Store as a soda jerk, sometimes serving customers, sometimes cooking and doing the dishes.
Then one day, in 1944, at the tender young age of 14, he got the crazy ideal in his head that he should go work in the oil fields of Texas.
So with the little money he had, he threw a few clothes in his backpack and he hitched hike his way across the back roads of America, before Eisenhower built our modern expressways, landing in South Dakota, where he quickly gained employment at a lonesome roadside café also as Soda Jerk.
It was there, a few days later, where he met a husband and wife team heading up an oil field crew, which he promptly joined and spent better part of a year going from one oil field to the next performing all kinds of crazy stunts that would have worried his French descended mother half to death.
And just as quickly as he ventured out to Texas, he journeyed back to Leominster to finish three years of high school in two years.
Working again at Franks, one day in 1947, he met the love of his life, this tall, gorgeous red headed girl, who he called “Cuddles”, our mom, Doris Elizabeth Hill.
He was so smitten with Doris, that he would arrive to school early to walk with her across the street to their high school and then would often stay at her house past 11pm for “One more Kiss”, missing the last bus, and would walk the six miles home with a love struck smile stuck on his face.
A story we remember about our dad from this time was a clash he had gotten into with his father over wearing a vest when going on a date with our mom. Norman wanted to borrow his dad’s car, but his dad insisted that he wear a vest to look more dressed up.
He refused to put the vest on. He’d rather refuse and walk, than bend his principles for his own convenience -an early sign of our dad’s stubbornness, (I’d always thought it would have been smarter to wear the vest in front of his dad, then take it off when he got into the car). His steadfastness was a core strength throughout his life.
In 1948, he graduated from Leominster High School and entered Fitchburg State Teachers College, where he majored in English and studied Shakespeare.
After studying for two years, late one night, out with his college buddies, he heard the call of duty and joined the Navy during the Korean Conflict. In the Navy, he trained and served as a Medical Corpman, on the Navy ship U.S.S. CA-74 Columbus, a heavy cruiser.
In the navy, he traveled the world and also began to box in the Golden Gloves. Although we don’t remember his wins or his losses, we do have stories that float in our memories that our dad kept going back into the ring, round after round, sometimes having his head bashed in, but never given in, never given up. He simple refused to be beaten.
On February 23, 1953, while still serving in the Navy and after six years of courting Cuddles, our mom and dad got married and traveled to New York City and stayed at the Taft Hotel, seeing South Pacific on Broadway.
After completing his tour of duty in the Navy, he returned to college to complete his degree.
Another story about him was that after he thought he had completed all of his finals, he went drinking with his buddies, only to find out that he had forgotten to take his final Shakespeare exam.
His buddies helped him get back to school, where he stumbled to class, inebriated, but somehow convinced his professor, a former navy officer, to give him a verbal final exam, which of course, he passed with flying colors.
It was at this time, this adventuresome man’s life was about to change and get a whole lot more complicated.
He began his career with Foster Grants in 1953, working in plastic manufacturing. Shortly after, he had his first child, Diane in 1954, his first son Kevin, in 1955, his second son Mark, in 1956, his third son Craig, in 1958, and his last of five kids and his fourth son, Scott, in 1961.
Rumor has it after my younger brother was born, five kids in seven years, our Grammy Brennan told our dad that 5 kids was plenty.
While working full time for Foster Grants, husband, father of five kids, Norman completed his MBA at Northeastern University in Boston, completing his degree in 1962.
In 1963, the call for a new adventure, a call for a new opportunity, grab his imagination and he packed up his wife and kids and moved to Michigan.
After working a couple of years outside of Detroit, in 1966 he joined the Ford Motor Company and moved his family to Forestbrooke, a neighborhood full of young families in Ann Arbor Michigan, the home of the University of Michigan and the Michigan Wolverines.
For the next 12 years, he worked 12-hour days, 6 to 7 days a week. He was always working to support his big family. But even with all his long days at work, all the stress of working at the world’s largest plastic manufacturing plant, he never once missed an important event in the life of his children.
During these 12 years, he went to his daughter’s diving meets, he went to his sons’ baseball games, football games, bowling matches, school concerts and musicals.
He was always, ALWAYS there. He would go to work, drive back to attend all our events, then would go right back to his work.
And although he loved his work challenges and was admired by so many over the years who worked with him and for him, he was most proud of his children.
He was a very, very proud father. That’s all he would talk about at work was about how his daughter did this and his sons did that.
Years later, when our dad helped all of us to get summer jobs working at the Saline or Milan Ford Plants during our college years, which was one of the best jobs at that time for college students, it was if everyone working in the plant knew everything about our life’s since our dad had told them every detail of our life’s over these years.
It’s not easy to raise five kids. It is not easy to always be there. But our dad and mom, where always there for all of us.
And no matter what dumb thing we might have done that day, and no matter how badly we screwed up (which seemed to have happen often with five of us) we always got a hug, we always got a kiss, and we always got an I love you, before we went to bed, every night.
We can’t remember a day we didn’t get their unconditional love and their unconditional love values have been passed on to all of us.
Yet even with all this craziness of raising five kids, working 12 hour days, traveling to different plants around the world, he still managed to get away with our mom for romantic moments to dance at their Dance Club.
If there is magic in this world, which we all know there is, then this magic was sprinkled over our mom and dad when they danced.
They embraced each other and flowed and moved like dancers in an endless love dream. A perfect pair perfectly matched.
Work. Husband. Father. These were the themes of his life.
As the childhood years passed, our dad wanted to make sure that his kids got a good education and that we worked hard to make something of our lives.
He never once told any of us that we must “Be a Doctor or a Lawyer”. But he did encourage all of us, no matter what we did, was to “Be our very best”.
He always challenged us to do more, be more, to strive more. He firmly planted his adventuresome ambition in all of us.
Five of his five kids graduated from Huron High School.
Five of his five kids graduated from 3 universities, including the University of Michigan, Eastern Michigan University, and Michigan Tech University.
One child went on to get law degree. Two more graduated with their MBA’s from Kellogg at Northwestern. Another studied for a masters in Computer Science at the Rochester Institute of Technology.
It wasn’t that his kids had cake walks. Nothing could be further from the truth. We all struggled. We all faced numerous obstacles. We all faced moments when it felt far easier to quit than to continue on.
Norman drilled in all his kids his never ending spirit of never giving up.
These where the years that he and our mom put their kids ahead of all else.
Yet, as the last of his kids graduated from high school, Norman once again decided to make a move, to venture out and try something new.
He left the Ford Motor company after 17 years to join Baxter Travenol, in medical plastics.
All of his friends from work thought he was crazy to leave after 17 years and that at 52, he was no longer a young man.
Why not just settle in and wait until you retire, they would say.
Storming Norman would have none of this. He wasn’t about waiting it out. He wasn’t about sitting around. He was about making things happen, getting things done, getting on with it.
Beginning at the age of 52, he went on to be a Plant Manager at Baxter, then an Executive Vice President of Manufacturing at Sevco, and finally President, CEO and Chairman of the Board of Dimco Grey, a plastics manufacturing company based in Centerville Ohio, where he turned the company around and led it from 1989 to 1997.
At the age of 67, he started Brennan Executive Consulting, which he ran for 8 years, advising and coaching manufacturing executives.
It was also at this time he served on the Board of Directors for 9 different companies.
At 68, he and Doris, after decades, went skiing in Colorado and just as he approached everything else in life, he skied down the blues runs with his unending determination and enthusiasm for a challenge.
Beginning in 2001, Norman and Doris headed south during the cold months to Bonita Springs Florida, to their new home on a beautiful golf course, where they immensely enjoyed playing golf multiple times a week, bowling, being active in their church, and enjoying cruises to Alaska, the Caribbean, visiting their kids and grand children all over the country.
And of course, watching their beloved Michigan Wolverines at 5 Rose Bowls, an Orange Bowl, and a Citrus Bowl. For over 40 years, they never missed a Michigan Home game.
This is a man who enjoyed life!
His is a man who loved golf. His is a man who loved a good Scotch, loved to shoot pool, loved to bowl and immensely loved to dance with his wife of 55 years.
Papa continued to love and live life everyday.
He was there to see his granddaughter graduate from the University of Michigan at the top of her class, become a Fulbright Scholar and then to graduate from Harvard’s Kennedy School.
He was there to see his grandson graduate from Columbia University after playing football for four years on their team.
He was there to see his twin grandson’s Trevor and Ryan play football and Rugby, he was there to see his grandson’s Matthew and Scotty’s track meets, football games and baseball games, he was there to see his grandson CJ play football and was there to visit his grandson’s Kyle and Sean as well.
Did I mention that Norman loved Disney movies? He always insisted on seeing them. Did I share with you that he took our mom to Disney World Six years in a row on their Wedding Anniversaries? He did.
How about his love for singing Irish tunes, especially at parties and weddings when enjoying good spirits.
Or his deep devotion to his dog Katie of 17 years, when each day after work, Katie devotedly waited wagging her tail, to give Norman a double lock hug from behind as he sat on the stairs.
“Where’s my glasses? Where’s my keys? Don’t touch my crackers and don’t eat my cheese! Where some of his constant expressions.
But above all the joys, all the adventures, all the challenges and all the loves of his life, his greatest joy, his greatest love, his closet companion, his best friend, his intimate lover, was his dear wife Doris, of 55 years.
They met in high school, dated for six years, were married for 55 years, and until his very last breath, they were side by side, still in love, still holding hands, still keeping their promise they made to each other so very long ago.
Papa, we know that wherever you are, you are bringing your intense spirit, your gift of adventure, and your immense capacity to love.
Our promise to you, your family and friends, is to go forth and live our lives to the fullest every moment of every day, to never give up and never give in, and to chase our dreams to the end of their rainbows where our pots of gold await us, just as you have always done over your incredible 78 years.
Thank you Norman. Thank you Dad. Thank you Papa, for always being there for us.
We celebrate your life as a testament of a life well lived and the full Measure of an Incredible Man.
Thank you.
Trevor Brennan
October 19, 2008
I remember throughout life with Papa that he loved his chips and cheese. Everytime I was with him he would tell me not to eat his chips and cheese. I would anyways and he would give me a glare and chuckle to himself.
One of the last times I saw Papa he took my brother and I on a walk to talk to us about life. He told us to live life to the fullest and "girls are expensive so only marry one." He gave many more small pieces of wisdom and I still think of them and plan to apply them to my life.
I miss Papa very much but I know he will always be with me in my heart and help guide me.
I love you Papa and thank you for everything.
Matthew Brennan
October 8, 2008
I will miss you so much. No words can explain the love that Papa had with his family. He and Nana made a family which loves one another with all of their hearts and will remain a legacy of themselves. I loved playing golf with you, bowling, watching Disney movies and having you be their with me and Scotty when we came to visit at both Ohio and Florida. Both Scotty and I will miss you dearly but I know that you will be here with us forever.
Love you so much Papa
Clint Eberlin
October 1, 2008
Papa’s final farewell...
Papa will be missed by many, but was loved by even more….
Many of my fondest memories occurred while spending time with both Nana and Papa; memories dating back to when I was six years old and spanning across twenty years.
I was lucky enough to have such a loving Nana and Papa and want to thank them both for being such loving and caring grandparents.
Some fond memories:
From when I was a little boy and Papa convinced me that eating my vegetables would turn me into a man and “put hair on my chest,” to when I was a teenager and Papa found the time to watch my high school football games and graduation, to recently when Papa would offer business and life tips for my benefit, Papa was always there to give the love and support that a grandson wants and needs from a grandpa; or better yet, from a Papa.
Also, when I was younger and would visit Nana and Papa in Dayton, Ohio, I can remember the times when they would bring me to play miniature golf, bring me to the movies, let me cut the grass with Papa’s riding lawnmower (something I thought was the coolest thing in the world at the time), go bowling, play with Katie, teach me how to play pool, and many more fond memories. With all this love, it’s no wonder that Papa was able to touch so many people and affect so many lives.
Papa helped shape my life and I am the man I am today because of the firm talks, guidance, and love that Papa cared enough to give me.
Papa will truly be missed. However, I’m convinced that he’ll be with us all, whispering in our ear when we need him most.
I love you so much Papa and thank you for all that you’ve done for me.
James & Jane Clark
September 29, 2008
Dear Doris and family - Hope you are celebrating the great living that Norm did as he moved through life. Jim so remembers Norm as one of the "good ones"; supportive, and great to work with as well as work for. Blessings to you and the family.
Carl McBride
September 28, 2008
Worked for Norm at the Ford Milan Plant.
Tonyna Ratcliffe
September 26, 2008
Dear Brennan Family,
We are so sorry for your loss,
Tonyna Ratcliffe - DimcoGray
TOM AND BONNIE DELL
September 26, 2008
Our sincere condolences to Doris and to you all.
Tom and Bonnie Dell (Tom Dell Sr.).
Pat Jackson
September 25, 2008
Pat, please accept my sincere sympathy in the loss of your brother. I worked with Norm at Foster Grants many years ago, when I lived in the
Fitchburg area.
Andy Hall
September 25, 2008
To my best golf buddy and neighbor, I'll remember your advice.
Laugh a lot. It’s just a game.
It’s not the equipment, but the player using it that makes the difference.
Technology helps, but it still comes down to the person swinging the club.
Golf rewards the player with the fewest strokes, so hit less of them.
Laugh a lot. It relieves tension.
You hit more strokes within 100 yards of the green. Practice your short game.
Games are won on the green. Learn how to putt, then do it less often than the other guy.
You don’t hit the ball as far when you get older, so hit straighter.
If your game sucks, get lessons. If your health sucks, get a second opinion.
Laugh a lot. You’ll enjoy everything more.
If you can’t get the ball in the air, get it to roll. No one cares how it got to where it stopped.
Keep the score. Only one person gets to tell the story, and it ought to be you.
The handicap makes golfers equal. The eraser makes them better.
Try to play with people you like. It takes four hours to play a round.
Laugh a lot. Especially, if you’re a lifelong Michigan fan like me.
One day you’ll play your best round ever. Then you’ll never be as good again –ever.
Take lessons if you think it will help. Take a vacation – that always helps.
Stay sober while playing. But, if you do drink, don’t drive. Don’t even putt.
Found balls almost always play as well as purchased balls.
Laugh a lot. You may not play better, but it doesn’t bother you as much.
Use sunscreen and bug repellant in the morning. Use Jack Daniels and water in the afternoon.
Learn to appreciate the game. I appreciate it when my opponent is in the sand, water and rough.
Practice seven hours a day, play par-5s like par-4s, read books that include quotes by Bobby Jones and never throw your club in anger.
Remember, laugh a lot. Like golf, life should be fun.
Thanks for the fun my friend.
Vince & Marry Ferraro
September 25, 2008
Our thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.
Colombo Piccolomini
September 25, 2008
If this is the Norman Brennan I know, if this is the Norman Brennan who worked for Foster-Grant, my sympathy goes out to the Family. I worked with Norman at Foster-Grant and when he moved to Detroit, he hired me to join him. If you have metioned that Norman worked for Foster- Grant in his Biography, many people would offer their smpathy; Norman was a great contributor of Ideas for the Plastic Industry. He was part of my work history, may he rest in Peace.
Anon
September 25, 2008
You will be missed uncle Norman.
Rest in Peace.
Love to the family!
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