Kerrie Forde
I know this is coming a little late, but sometimes finding the right words takes time—especially when your heart is hurting from a loss you feel you may never fully recover from.
Cecil Morton Jr. is my father. He wasn’t perfect, and he didn’t need to be. God has never required perfection from any of us to receive His grace and mercy. My father carried every piece of his life—both the beautiful and the difficult—and he shared them openly. All of those pieces shaped him into the man God allowed him to become.
He had a big heart. He loved God. He loved to cook. He loved his family deeply. He was funny, smart, and he could dress sharp enough to turn heads. He lived his life fully, walking the path that was chosen for him, until it was time for him to leave this earthly place and journey on to the land of milk and honey. I love and miss him TERRIBLY my heart will forever ache for MY DADDY MR CECIL MORTON JR.
