My friend Tee Morris, a man who hugged me like a brother within five seconds of meeting me for the first time back in 2006, has suffered an unimaginable loss. His wife — the mother of their very young daughter — passed away unexpectedly.
When I say “unimaginable” loss, that’s not hyperbole. I can’t imagine it. I can put myself in the circumstances, take myself down the path such a horror would require, like plotting the turns of a story… but I can’t know how it feels; can’t know that pain. It’s beyond imagining. My heart recoils – I think of what he’s going through, right now… I think of my own wife, asleep as I type this… all I can do is weep. Tears are easy.
The news came to me on one of the worst days of my own life (something I’ll talk about soon, but not yet) and I can tell you that I would live a month of my Wednesday if it meant undoing the one Tee had to experience.
All this is my way of saying I have no idea what to write about this… no idea how to offer solace… no idea how to be there for my brother. I can do nothing to ease his pain, or that of his daughter. I don’t like that.
I can, however, make all the attendant responsibilities and burdens of this tragedy a little easier for Tee and his family to bear. A time of mourning should not be a time of responsibility, or worry.
I’ve contributed to this fund to help the Morris family. Please give, as I have:
In addition, a trust fund will be set up for young Serena Morris. Please sign up to be notified when this trust will be ready for your generosity.
Finally, several writers and podcasters and creative people will be contributing items to an auction to further benefit Serena. I’ll be donating the original, autographed brainstorming notes and rough lyrics sheets from “Anyman: The John Smith E.P.” that J.C. Hutchins and I worked on last year. More on that as it develops.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know Tee, or his work. Heck, it doesn’t even matter if you don’t know me and you came across this post in some unrelated way. I’m asking you to help these people out. Right now, nothing is more worthwhile. A man and a little girl are in need.
Thanks for being human.
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Tee and his daughter are in my thoughts and prayers.
I can’t imagine what Tee and SB are going through, either. Yesterday morning, I contributed to the chipin fund, and the total at that point was $1,300. How fucking amazing is it that now, a little over 24 hours later, it’s nearly ten times that?
It’s good to know that someday, Tee and SB will be able to look back and realize, “Wow, a lot of people really care about us.”
Such a loss is incomprehensible to me – the thought of it happening to me makes my world shake, so I can only imagine how Tee and daughter must be feeling. God bless both of them.
My heart goes out to Tee. I’m broke and so can’t give much. But I’ve gladly contributed $10 to the fund. It’s both the most and least I can do.