Morgan was the cute, smart little brother

The people you grow up with are seldom forgotten. Years go by and we lose touch and move on. But the memories of our childhoods and our friends remain, often dormant until triggered into our consciousness.

My good friend lived 'just down the street'. Lucy and I were mates and I was welcomed by her family. Morgan was the cute, smart little brother who sometimes played with us and sometimes annoyed us but who was always on our side. We would swim in our pool, ride bikes, climb trees and catch cicadas. There were sleep overs in the front room of number 13, and we would giggle, play games and create havoc. Morgan & Justin once did a great version of Zanadu!

I wish that these memories had not been triggered by such a tragic event. One we will never understand. My prayers go out to Lucy, Dawn, Peter and Caroline and to all who knew and loved Morgan. Although my memories are of childhood, I will always remember Morgan with warmth and affection.

Clare Griggs