SCOTT DAVID MORGAN
February 16, 1951 – September 11, 2013
Because he was truly beloved by many, it was felt that this blog post should be put up rapidly.
Please know that Scott passed in complete peace in his sleep this morning and was conscious throughout the day yesterday.
He was smiling. He was loving. He was blowing kisses to Katy. He was singing Happy Birthday to his nurse. He was in a good space, he said.
He did Smile 2 the End.
Namaste
Lotus © Scott Morgan 2013
Rainier Maria Rilke: The First Elegy
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic
Orders? And even if one were to suddenly
take me to its heart, I would vanish into its
stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but
the beginning of terror, that we are still able to bear,
and we revere it so, because it calmly disdains
to destroy us. Every Angel is terror.
And so I hold myself back and swallow the cry
of a darkened sobbing. Ah, who then can
we make use of? Not Angels: not men,
and the resourceful creatures see clearly
that we are not really at home
in the interpreted world. Perhaps there remains
some tree on a slope, that we can see
again each day: there remains to us yesterday’s street,
and the thinned-out loyalty of a habit
that liked us, and so stayed, and never departed.
Oh, and the night, the night, when the wind full of space
wears out our faces – whom would she not stay for,
the longed-for, gentle, disappointing one, whom the solitary heart
with difficulty stands before. Is she less heavy for lovers?
Ah, they only hide their fate between themselves.
Do you not know yet? Throw the emptiness out of your arms
to add to the spaces we breathe; maybe the birds
will feel the expansion of air, in more intimate flight.
Yes, the Spring-times needed you deeply. Many a star
must have been there for you so you might feel it. A wave
lifted towards you out of the past, or, as you walked
past an open window, a violin
gave of itself. All this was their mission.
But could you handle it? Were you not always,
still, distracted by expectation, as if all you experienced,
like a Beloved, came near to you? (Where could you contain her,
with all the vast strange thoughts in you
going in and out, and often staying the night.)
But if you are yearning, then sing the lovers: for long
their notorious feelings have not been immortal enough.
Those, you almost envied them, the forsaken, that you
found as loving as those who were satisfied. Begin,
always as new, the unattainable praising:
think: the hero prolongs himself, even his falling
was only a pretext for being, his latest rebirth.
But lovers are taken back by exhausted Nature
into herself, as if there were not the power
to make them again. Have you remembered
Gastara Stampa sufficiently yet, that any girl,
whose lover has gone, might feel from that
intenser example of love: ‘Could I only become like her?’
Should not these ancient sufferings be finally
fruitful for us? Isn’t it time that, loving,
we freed ourselves from the beloved, and, trembling, endured
as the arrow endures the bow, so as to be, in its flight,
something more than itself? For staying is nowhere.
Voices, voices. Hear then, my heart, as only
saints have heard: so that the mighty call
raised them from the earth: they, though, knelt on
impossibly and paid no attention:
such was their listening. Not that you could withstand
God’s voice: far from it. But listen to the breath,
the unbroken message that creates itself from the silence.
It rushes towards you now, from those youthfully dead.
Whenever you entered, didn’t their fate speak to you,
quietly, in churches in Naples or Rome?
Or else an inscription exaltedly impressed itself on you,
as lately the tablet in Santa Maria Formosa.
What do they will of me? That I should gently remove
the semblance of injustice, that slightly, at times,
hinders their spirits from a pure moving-on.
It is truly strange to no longer inhabit the earth,
to no longer practice customs barely acquired,
not to give a meaning of human futurity
to roses, and other expressly promising things:
no longer to be what one was in endlessly anxious hands,
and to set aside even one’s own
proper name like a broken plaything.
Strange: not to go on wishing one’s wishes. Strange
to see all that was once in place, floating
so loosely in space. And it’s hard being dead,
and full of retrieval, before one gradually feels
a little eternity. Though the living
all make the error of drawing too sharp a distinction.
Angels (they say) would often not know whether
they moved among living or dead. The eternal current
sweeps all the ages, within it, through both the spheres,
forever, and resounds above them in both.
Finally they have no more need of us, the early-departed,
weaned gently from earthly things, as one outgrows
the mother’s mild breast. But we, needing
such great secrets, for whom sadness is often
the source of a blessed progress, could we exist without them?
Is it a meaningless story how once, in the grieving for Linos,
first music ventured to penetrate arid rigidity,
so that, in startled space, which an almost godlike youth
suddenly left forever, the emptiness first felt
the quivering that now enraptures us, and comforts, and helps.
may god bless him
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thank you.
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may God bless his soul.
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thank you.
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I love you Katy
Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 07:16:18 +0000 To: mrmaine@hotmail.com
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thank you carl. i love you, too.
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Sweet Katy,
Such a journey, with so much love….
Life is eternal, and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
~Rossiter Worthington Raymond
Hugs my sweet friend…
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thank you constance. namaste
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Katy – My heart goes out to you. May Scott’s memory be for a blessing. He left during the most auspicious time when the gates of heaven are open to hear our voices. The Rilke poem was so fitting and profound. I cannot wait to give you big hugs in person.
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thank you john. love you back. namaste
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Scott’s long journey was amazing, and I am forever changed to have witnessed some of it through your blog. Katy, you are an angel on Earth.
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thank you tim. namaste
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My heart is broken for your loss. Scott taught all us well, life it too short for hate, there should only be love . Rest now Katy.
~Char
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thank you char. namaste
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All my Love , john
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namaste john.
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Dear Katy, Lots of love to you. I am relieved and sad at the same time. I am here with loving heart and open arms waiting for your return. Love, Maureen
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i know maureen. we love you.
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Dearest Katy ~ We are broken hearted for you. You and Scott have been blessed, blessed teachers. May his memory be for blessing. Love, neesa & evan
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thank you neesa and evan. a blessing to reconnect with you. such fond memories. love k
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Sending love and thanks and happy memories.
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todd, scott wanted me to tell you and emily and the kids how much he loved you. we have the photo that your mom left with us here in goa it was right by scott’s nightstand the whole time. much love k
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Katy, my thoughts and prayers are with you this morning. Thank you for sharing this journey of hope and strength and love and joy and sorrow with all of us. It is the journey of life that we all go through but few can articulate it as beautifully and generously as you and Scott have done.
Mark read the post before I did, and when he came upstairs to tell me with tears in his eyes, I was at that moment thinking of you seeing your beloved dogs again and imagining the joy in that reunion.
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thank you susan. i imagined scott flew right to them this morning. namaste
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Holding you in our hearts and arms.
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thanks pat and avery. namaste
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my dear Katy. I always admired you for your strength. you have been a blessing for our beloved friend. we’ll miss him a lot. arrivederci Scott. riposa in pace. Lorenzo Nardin
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I’m very sad, but know he is at peace. He truly lived a wonderful life, and has a great partner in Katy.
Thinking good thoughts about both of you. Thanks for sharing these past months.
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thank you shelley, namaste
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Katy – sending you love light and comfort. Try to get some rest now knowing that you helped Scott achieve his goal. It has been a privilege and honor to follow the journey you both took together. ❤
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thank you marietta. namaste
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God Bless you, Katy. What a remarkable display of true LOVE you have shown throughout Scott’s transition.
You are an inspiration to us all. We send our deepest sympathies but know in our hearts that Scott is free to fly with the angels now in a limitless form.
Much love to you and all your friends in India.
xxDario and Natasha
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dario and natasha— thank you dears. hugs k
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Dear Katy, I am so sorry for your lose. Both of you certainly fought the good fight. All of your past messages have been very inspiring for all of us.
Best Regards, Mark Silver Oggetti 305-343-7663
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mark, thank you. namaste
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Girl friend you’re a real life hero. Both of you are an inspiration. Joe and I send you our love, our thoughts, and our friendship.
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corine and joe, without you none of this legendary love story would have even happened. we are with deep gratitude for your friendship and love. he flies free tonight! love , k
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Katy. You did so well, you have been the best friend/nurse/lover Scott or anyone could hope to ever have. Love to both of you.
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Dear Katy,
You and Scott have lived so beautifully in your years together. I’ve learned so much following your journey. With love to you and Scott always.
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janice, thank you and namaste. see you soon. k
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isa— thank you my dearest. namaste katy
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Sleep well my brother , you will always be in my heart and thoughts untill we meet again. Hugs and Love always R I Z
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R I Z your tremendous outpouring of love and time meant the world to your scooter. and to me. love k
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It is with a heavy heart to find my good friend, Scott has found peace. Looking forward to reemergence of Katy.
Love to Scott & Katy
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dearest eddie—- thank you for all your support which has meant the world to us. love and namaste
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The journey
Tourists come to enjoy
But he came to fight his last battle
Which we all have to one day
Face the ultimate terror
The death
He put up his fight
When he was at his weakest
And won it
Many may forget him
But the air ,the sun ,the sea , the waves, the hills
Will not
May be one day we shall meet him again
Because we all have to go
Where he is now
Our journey never ends
Only the place changes
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thank you so much, surajit. namaste
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Hello Sweet One,
I am deeply moved by your journey and Scott’s.
Humbled by such a generous manifestation of love you shared with all of us. Come home now to your puppies and your apples and your island. We will hold you and care for you while you heal and gain back your strength, your self. I feel Scott yo be at peace. Love you. Iana xooxxoxoooo
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thank you iana. love k
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Dearest Katy,
I am here for you, my dream sister and friend in any way you want or need. You can come here or if you prefer, I can get on a plane. I will also help take care of you as you heal to reveal the love that help shape you on this arduous journey. Many Scott’s smile shine on all of us and especially bless you my dear friend. I love you.
Big warm hug..xooxox
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thank you jainee. come visit. love k
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Yes,
and
Amen,
Katy, you are the Angel here on earth whom saw Scott for all that he was, and all that he could be,
I appreciate so much that you were able to be in his life.
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thank you muck. love and hugs and namaste….. k
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Scott was a true inspiration to many and will be greatly missed but he has left a wonderful legacy of inspiration, determination and helping others to help them smile to the end just as Scott did.
Katy it’s now time to take out those hugs you have both been storing in the treasure chest and wrap them around you for comfort and love. You are a true Angel xxx
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vicki namaste and thank you for following the blog with such gusto
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RIP Scott. Katy, Barb and I are so sorry for your loss. I first met Scott in 2010 at the Delhi Reunion in DC, and we bid on and won a stay with you and Scott on Deer Isle. He was one of a kind. We have fond memories of our visit with you and Scott.
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Chris & Barb, Yes I remember and we enjoyed that visit very very much. Thank you for writing.
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I am so sorry for your loss Katie. Sending you love and the most healing embrace I can muster.
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Deb,
Thanks and love
Katy
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Sending deepest condolences from Yangon and love and strength to you. The time you and Scott have shared so generously with us, has been enriching and inspiring. Scott’s legacy is precious and knowing you both is something to treasure.
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thank you phillippa namaste
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I never met Scott or you Katy, but have followed your journey for almost a year-
I have learned a lot about the two of you and for that I am thankful-but more than that I have learned even more about love, life, commitment ,
and doing what your heart calls you to do. Thank for the lessons of life and living.
Some long breaths are in order Katy-
You are close at heart and we send love and light…Blessings, Pat and Tom
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thank you so very much pat and tom. namaste
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Katy, thank you so very much for sharing all of this with us. You and Scott were so lucky to have found each other. I know there must be a huge gap in your circle right now which will eventually be filled in with those who love you. Namaste.
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thank you nancy. namaste
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Safe journey, Scott. You will be missed. And, Katy, warm thoughts and deep gratitude to you as you journey home.
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thanks grant. it was such a wild time with you and jenny that day we left for dc! namaste katy
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I feel like I have gotten to know you through this blog. Thank you for sharing this with us. ::::hugs:::: Namaste. My heart goes out to you.
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Reblogged this on jeanniek2013's Blog and commented:
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass
Or glory in the flower
Weep not
Rather find strength in what remains behind…
A beautiful man, a beautiful love story
A beautiful journey
Sorry for your loss Katy
You are one very strong woman and a very lucky one to have had such a spectacular man in your life and a love that very few ever ever find
Namaste
Jean
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Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass Or glory in the flower Weep not Rather find strength in what remains behind… A beautiful man, a beautiful love story A beautiful journey Sorry for your loss Katy You are one very strong woman and a very lucky one to have had such a spectacular man in your life and a love that very few ever ever find
Namaste
Jean
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dear jean,
thank you for your kind words and thoughtful remarks.
namaste,
katy
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hi katy,
i started reading this blog on the 10th of september and was attracted by the simple ideals of scott and the simplicity and clarity that both of you shared.
i wish that there be many more scott’s and katy’s that this world witnesses in order to make it a more loving and compassionate world.
Thank you for sharing your journey and please keep blogging to keep us updated of your well being.
May he rest in eternal peace
Rohan
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rohan,
many thanks for setting aside a few moments to reach out. your words bring solace and i know scott is smiling brightly.
namaste,
katy
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