Saturday, October 08, 2005

I'd had the most aggravating of all rounds of golf. It was our family reunion, a few years ago, and I abruptly announced that I was going to the driving range. "Cliff, mind if I go with you?" "That's fine", I said to my nephew. He was only seven years my junior, and an incredibly good golfer. We went to the range and in the first five minutes we were there, changed the way I golf forever. He took 8 strokes off of my game that have stayed off since that day. Funny thing is I kind of forced him into helping me. I'm sure he didn't think it was his place to give advice to an uncle. You see he is a very humble, very successful, very likeable man. Best of all a great father. He, along with his siblings, and for that matter, all of his cousins are good solid people with great senses of humor. He and his family have helped many less fortunate in his church and community . I know this, but not from anyone in his family. They've been taught to just do it and keep quiet. His company and his employees have spent many days working to help the poor recover from hurricanes. Any parent would be proud to call him 'son'. He is Marty's older brother.
He was killed in a one car wreck thursday night. He leaves a lovely family, parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and countless personal friends, feeling a deep personal loss.
I hesitated to blog this. I know Marty will have such a hard time, and will be absent for a time from his blog. But I wanted everyone to know that I thought the world of his brother. I'll talk of him often. His whole family will. That's the way the Morrow's do it. Storytelling in our family, always includes the living and those gone before. I guess it's a good way of letting people know we haven't forgotten. We won't forget. Even if you've left us, you're still going to make a difference.
I've had some trouble making sense of all of this. Until last night. The seven year old grandson who lives here on this same farm said, "God just needed another good angel".
I'm going with that.
Farewell Nephew. See you on the other side. I'll bring my clubs.


Anonymous said...

Thanks, Uncle Cliff, for this blog. I've been checking your spot all today, hoping you would have some words of wisdom as it still doesn't make sense to me.

My brother and I were talking today and remembering all the fun we have had with our cousins at the family reunions. I'm so glad that your generation decided to start the reunions as all my firm memories of my older cousins are from these events, especially of this cousin and his family.

I'm glad you will talk of him often and I hope you will share some of it on your blog. As the Morrows become an ever larger group spread all over, it is good to be able to read your stories. The distance doesn't seem as great after I have checked up on what you, Dan, and Marty are up to with your blogs (and lives).
- Niece in Oz

Ralph's Homespun Headlines said...

Every golf game those eight strokes will be taken off your score and I bet you remember your nephew on a lot of golf courses.

Rhodent said...

It is a very healthy way of dealing with the death of someone significant in your life. I do the same thing... and somehow, even though I am sad, the memories always seems to make me smile.

Rachel said...

So sorry to hear of your family's loss. My thoughts and prayers go out to you all.

Jamie Dawn said...

What a terrible loss. The grief all his family and friends are going through must feel overwhelming.
I agree with your sweet grandson. Good people like your nephew don't go unnoticed by the Lord. I know it will take a long while for such a tragedy to even settle in. I pray for strength for you all.

magz said...

oh morrows.. I'm so sorry to hear of such a huge loss to the world, please accept my sympathy and take care of each other.

It just reminds me yet again to take the time to tell people that you love them, often and loudly, every chance you get. You'll never regret taking that time.

Anonymous said...

Cliff, Marilyn and family,

I've been following your blog but never answered until now. This reminds me of that awful year when I lost 3 special people. Parents and grandparent's aren't supposed to bury their children and young children and wives are not supposed to bury their father's and husbands. I have a plaque that sits on my desk that I look at often, 'Life is fragile, handle with prayer.' My prayers and thoughts are with all of you. Julie from Iowa

JUST A MOM said...

I am so sorry Cliff, You are in my thoughts.

Aravis said...

I'm so sorry. It sounds like the grandson was right. You were blessed to have had one another.

JUST A MOM said...

Cliff, my cousin Cheb asked that I pass this to you. She said when she read it, first thing she thought of you.(she must read you huh)seh forgot her password to comment herself. here ya go.....
One day a father of a very wealthy family
took his son on a trip to the country with
the firm purpose of showing his son how
poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights
on the farm of what would be considered
a very poor family.

On their return from their trip,
the father asked his son,

"How was the trip?"

"It was great, Dad."

"Did you see how poor people live?"
the father asked.

"Oh yeah," said the son.

"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?"
asked the father. The son answered:

"I saw that we have one dog and they had six.

We have a pool that reaches to the middle of
our garden and they have a creek that has no end.

We have imported lanterns in our garden and
they have the stars at night.

Our patio reaches to the front yard and they
have the whole horizon.

We have a small piece of land to live on and
they have fields that go beyond our sight.

We have servants who serve us,
but they serve others.

We buy our food, but they grow theirs.

We have walls around our property to protect us,
they have friends to protect them."

The boy's father was speechless.

Then his son added,
"Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are."

Isn't perspective a wonderful thing?

Makes you wonder what would happen

if we all gave thanks for everything we have,
instead of worrying about what we don't have.

Appreciate every single thing you have,
especially your friends!

Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

Dear Cliff, Marilyn, Marty, and all the Morrows & family,

I was gearing up for Cliff's light off-beat touch and then this lightning bolt flashed before my eyes. I'm torn in two about your horrible news. Deep condolences to all of you. It's heartwrenching when life jolts like this, too young.

magz said...

oh my... Jaye's (justamom)story is WONDERFUL! It choked me up, in a very specially good way.

Thinking boutchoo guys.. much love, maggie

Paul said...

Cliff, Marilyn and Morrow Family,

Our condolences go out to your entire family. We are praying for you. We appreciate that you took the time to enter this post. We know it wasn't easy.

May the Lord watch over you all and give you extra portions of his grace and comfort.

Paul and Gloria Nichols

Jerry said...

That was such a nice tribute to your nephew. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Idgie @ the "Dew" said...

Cliff, the whole family is in my thoughts these days.

Always a tragedy when someone is taken too young, leaving many loved ones behind that hoped they would be around for many, many more years.

Cliff Morrow said...

Thanks to all of you. You are good friends and your thoughts and prayers are appreciated. To take the time to think about someone you've never met, is remarkable. Thanks for all of the well wishes. And I know that Marty's family appreciates it too. This blog and comments were passed around at the gatherings before the funeral. The family saw what you had to say. Thanks Cliff

Anonymous said...

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marty morrow said...


I never thanked you for this. It's been 5 years since Steve died. I find it comforting knowing that he is in paradise and that I will see him again - but not for awhile. Our time on this earth is precious and I plan on enjoying every minute of it.

July 7, 2010