PACIFIC, Mo. — I eulogized a nephew yesterday.
Two decades ago, we said goodbye to another one of my brother’s children at the same funeral home.
Neither boy made to his 22nd birthday.
No streets will be named after Joshua Lee Morgan. A statue in his honor is not in the works.
He was an typical teenager with atypical problems, burdens that weighed him down and eventually crushed him.
But Josh had a beating heart and a soul. And judging from the looks of things yesterday, a slew of people he touched.
Kids lined up before the doors opened, waiting to pay respects. They came by the score to mingle, reminisce, grieve.
One boy told me he’d been friends with Josh since second grade. A girl told me she has cried more about him than she did her own grandfather.
All told me he was a decent human being, loyal to the core to the people he loved.
Josh never found his way. It is my hope peers pained by his death will find theirs.