Death in the Family

Regular readers will have noticed that despite the frenetic pace of my adventure, there has been a sag in my blogging activity. Consequently the blog is now rather behind and I will be striving to catch up with myself again over the next week or so.

There has, however, been a recent event that I feel the need to report from outside the lagging chronological sequence of the blog. A very dear family friend died unexpectedly at home one night when his big, kind heart suddenly failed. But don't try to fit this post into the blog sequence, and don't be confused when his ghost arises as a living presence in upcoming posts.

Don Morgan was a kind, generous and gentle man, and a longtime friend of Patricia and her family. He was the kind of friend who helps rearrange the furniture, picks you up at the airport, lends you his car on a moment's notice or insists on sleeping on the couch while house guests take his bed.

The last time I saw Don he told me he was feeling better than he had in ten years. He was happy and relaxed, trying new adventures like canoeing and photography and thinking about buying a motorcycle. It seemed like so many things were just beginning for him that it's easier to believe in the promise of his plans than the reality of his death.

Don is survived by his beloved son Brendon, of whom he was immensely proud, and by the many friends who miss him very much.