
Missing Morgan
My favourite cousin passed away. He was a fun, sensitive, easygoing free spirit. And I think I always thought he would be around in this realm in the later years of my life.
His copy of Iron Maiden's A Matter of Life and Death sits on my bookshelf (which is ironic; I wanted him to let me keep it, tbh), while a figurine he gifted me several Christmases ago sits on another. His wish for me, he had said, was for me to find love.
'70s Rod Stewart songs remind me of him, as do remembering him dancing in his building's hallway, back and forth to melodies I couldn't hear.
He was a chef, and after hours, he would dress to the nines, choreograph some quick moves to the music in his head, and hum happily to himself while I sat on my aunt's couch, giggling, watching him while side-eying MASH reruns.
And always with a quick step, spin, and excited smile anticipating the night, he'd be off....