Norman W. Adams

Norman Will Adams June 3, 1948 – Feb. 20, 2011 Norman Will Adams passed away peacefully at his home on Sunday, February 20th . He was born June 3, 1948 to Bud and Marjorie Adams in Denver, Colorado. He attended Sheridan High School and went on to graduate from CSU with a degree in Law Enforcement. He had a 38 year career in law enforcement. His career started with the Douglas County Sheriff's office and the last 23 years were spent as a Gaming Investigator with the State of Colorado. He was a past President of the Colorado State Investigators Association. He married Cynthia Lee Morgan on June 3, 1989 in Divide, Colorado. They have one son. The family lived in Elizabeth, Colorado the past 11 years. He enjoyed spending time with his family, traveling the state of Colorado and visiting small town museums. He was always very involved with his son's activities including Boy Scouts, Band, and Sports. Norm enjoyed photography and took many pictures while volunteering at community events. He had a good sense of humor and enjoyed giving clever, unusual gifts to family and friends. He was a very loving husband and father. He is survived by his wife, Cindy Adams, his son Caleb J. Adams, daughter-in-law Holly M. Adams, his Aunt and Uncle Marge and Byford Ingram, his mother Marjorie Staack plus his two sisters: Georganne Halverson and Sharon Holt along with numerous nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his father Bud Adams. In Memory of Norm, donations may be made to the Porter Transplant Center 2535 South Downing Street, #380 Denver, CO 80210. The family will hold a private memorial service. What is Death? Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without affect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. ~ Henry Scott Holland