Morgan was many things. She was a loving daughter, sister, aunt, niece, and granddaughter, and a fiercely loyal friend. She was an artist, a pianist, a singer, a photographer, and a budding philosopher. She taught herself to knit and crochet, baked amazing desserts, and loved animals. She cared so lovingly for her dog, cat, bird, ferrets, and horse.
The picture above is something Morgan and her longtime friend Bryan created together, even though they were miles apart. She showed it to me about a month before her death, giggling as she explained it. At first, I couldn’t understand how they had made the same drawing without seeing each other’s work.
They had decided to create a pastel drawing together: Morgan made one half, and Bryan made the other. It was their way of staying connected through art while they were apart. They figured out how to make it work. That little drawing says so much to me about who Morgan was. She found joy in creating and sharing something with a friend. She was such a bright light in my life and in the lives of so many others.
I miss her more than words can say. My heart aches for her every day, and I know it will for as long as I live. What keeps me going is the belief, deep in my soul, that when my time on this earth is over, I will see her again. I will hold her tight and kiss her forehead. We will be together again, and my heart will no longer ache.
