Norman Douglas Reid (Norm)

Apr 21, 1941 - Apr 16, 2026

Norman Douglas Reid (Norm) passed away peacefully after a brief illness, surrounded by family, on April 16, 2026 – just shy of his 85th birthday.

Norm was a proud member of the Knights of Columbus, the Royal Canadian Legion, Branch 638 in Kanata. He found great joy in time spent at the cottage, on the water in his kayak, expressing his creativity through art, and in the companionship of his beloved dogs.

He was predeceased by his parents Ken and Elizabeth (Betty, née Deardorff) Reid, and his brother Tom (Grace). He is reunited with his beloved wife of 32 years, Patti (née Hickey), and their son Christopher.

Norm is survived by sons Kevin (Rupa) and Michael (Christine), daughter Erin (Dave O’Sullivan), and daughter-in-law Katie Lillie; his grandchildren Hailey, Cooper, Jackson, Madison, Zachary, Drew and Brianne; his great-grandchildren Zain, Alia, Nasir, and Olivia; and his siblings John (Suzanne), Mike (Jill), and Judy (Chris Purdy). He will also be missed by his many nieces and nephews, in-laws, friends, and real estate colleagues.

The family extends their warmest thanks to Oba O. and the wonderful staff at Bayshore Home Health for your care and companionship over the years.

To the staff on 5 North East at The Ottawa Hospital General campus and Ruddy-Shenkman Hospice, we are especially grateful for the kindness and compassion you showed Norm and his loved ones in his final days.

A funeral service will be held Saturday, April 25, 2026, at St. Isidore Roman Catholic Parish, 1135 March Road in Kanata. Visitation begins at 10 a.m., followed by Mass at 11 a.m.

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Irina Kokin April 25, 2026 at 11:10 am - Reply

In Loving Memory of Norman Reid
Norman lived a long, rich, and truly remarkable life.
We had the honor of knowing him during the last two years, and in that time we came to appreciate his strength, his love of life, and his genuine openness to people and the world.
He leaves behind a warm memory and deep respect.
We share in the grief of his family and loved ones.
Matt Hickey April 18, 2026 at 11:13 pm - Reply

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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 effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

— Henry Scott Holland

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Irina Kokin

In Loving Memory of Norman Reid Norman lived a long, rich, and truly remarkable life. We had the honor of knowing him during the last two years, and in that time we came to appreciate his strength, his love of life, and his genuine openness to people and the world. He leaves behind a warm memory and deep respect. We share in the grief of his family and loved ones.

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Matt Hickey

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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 effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. — Henry Scott Holland

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