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Hey, the names Morgan and I reside in the great city of Cleveland. I love to write, it's the only thing that truly calms my anger and rage. I have a HORRIBLE Irish temper that doesn't take much to roar it's ugly head. So when I write I'm free. I love my family and when I say family I also mean my friends. They've always had my back and I could never express the importance they've had in my life.
Loyalty in my book is defiantly a dying breed, along with humanity, integrity, and just plain old honesty. The Governments gone to shit, the Catholic church has gone to shit, and the Cleveland public school system as well as our welfare system have all defiantly gone to shit. But we got the Browns and hey we got Lebron.
When I was a little girl growing up my mom taught me how to respect people and how to respect myself. I was taught manners even if it had to be beaten into me. So It drives me nuts sometimes when I hear the way people talk to each other. Most importantly the people that say they love each other. If there's two things you never talk bad about, it would be kid's and death. Cuz neither can defend them selves.
I've dealt with loss at a young age, my dad died when I was young. The only memory I have of my Father is being at the wake and begging him too get up, he never did. The priest told me he would if he could but death doesn't work that way, I've never liked them since. I was a daddy's girl and there's not a day that goes by that I don't think of him, miss him, and wonder to myself how different I would be today if he had lived past 24. The only father figure I had in my life was my Melosh he was my dads dad, So it always felt that I lost my dad twice when he died of cancer in 95.
This past August my brother Jay was shot and killed, were not sure the exact story cuz the police didn't really care enough to find out..He was just some low life felon to them. But God was he so much more. He was my protector and he was fearless but most importantly he was my friend. He never judged me, he never had a bad thing to say and he was always smiling. He taught me how to fight for myself and he taught me what true loyalty was. He taught me to never fear "no bitch, cuz there ain't shit that broad can do to you, that you can't do to her" his words not mine. He was a good man, a great brother, and a even better father. I'm lucky enough to have a million page story book of memories in my mind. And while the void in my heart, I'm sure with time will only grow bigger with more loss. I learned this summer that it's not how long you live, but how much you live. Something I will never forget...Rest In Peace Jay, Dad, and Melosh forever morning
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!