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Richard R. Morgan

August 5, 1950 - October 12, 2017

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Pullen Memorial Baptist
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Sunday, October 15, 2017
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5:00 PM to 6:00 PM

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Richard “Rick” R. Morgan, 67, passed away peacefully on October 12, 2017 after a year-long battle with cancer.Pre-deceased by his father, Rex Morgan.

Born in Chicago, Illinois in 1950, he moved with his family to N. Miami Florida where he grew up with two sisters, Cindy and Jill and his brother Rex Casey. He moved to North Carolina to attend St. Andrews College in Laurinburg, NC. While there, he began playing music and singing on the coffeehouse scene where he met many of his life-long friends. His voice was magnetic and brought joy to others. He moved to Raleigh after graduation and worked for Wake County Public Libraries for several years. Here he discovered his talent for drawing and sketching that blossomed into a side career of illustration. He illustrated several works, including spiritual guides, educational materials for children and nonprofits, as well as commercial projects. After marrying his soul mate, Cyndi, he began his life-long career as a Montessori teacher. He began working as a Montessori teacher at the Montessori School of Raleigh from 1979-85 before transferring to SAS, Institute. Where he would combine his love of music and art with Montessori training for the next 32 years. His annual papier maché sculptures are treasured by his students. He delighted his own children and grandchildren as well as his students with his folk music - playing guitar, dulcimer, cello, and harmonica. He loved singing and storytelling, being with family and friends, and was a magnetic person who made friends easily. His love of his children and grandchildren overflowed to his parents, siblings, cousins, grandparents and to all who knew him. He enjoyed tracing his family roots as well as writing and recording songs. He created several CD’s which he sold, but mostly gave away to others. He was a music therapy volunteer at Transitions Hospice for10 years. He also sang at the Mayview Rest Home on Sunday nights. Prayer and meditation kept him calm and peaceful. He enjoyed being active at Pullen Church for many years and found many friends and mentors there as he shared his gifts.
Of all the works he created, his children meant the most to him.

Of all the works he created, his children meant the most to him. He is survived by his beloved daughter, Grace Marie Morgan Kavanagh; two beloved sons, Eli James Morgan and John Casey Morgan; his life partner, Cyndi Morgan; his beloved granddaughter, Edan Marie; beloved grandsons: Brendan Patrick and Jacob Anthony; his mother, Dottie Cope, of St. Petersburg, Florida; sisters: Cindy Gavin (Tom) of Waynesville and St. Petersburg, Florida, and Jill Falco(Jim) of Moravian Falls and brother, Rex Casey (Brenda) of Florida; as well as many beloved cousins and nieces and nephews.

His legacy will live on in the hearts and minds of so many. He inspires us all to have quiet courage to share our God Given talents to uplift others.

A memorial service will take place at Pullen Baptist Church at 1801 Hillsborough St. Raleigh, NC 27607 on Sunday, October 15 at 5pm.

Donations may be made to Transitions Hospice Care at 250 Hospice Circle, 27607 and to Pullen Baptist Church at 1801 Hillsborough St. Raleigh, NC 27605 in his honor and memory.
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October 14, 2017
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Kimberly Taylor
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October 16, 2017
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Rhonda B
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October 16, 2017
So sad to hear of your passing, Mr. Rick. You were my child's first true music teacher (at Children's House/SAS), and you helped her discover a love for song that will never fade. Your legacy truly is forever in all of the lives you touched so beautifully. Rest in peace, and we all will remember you in song.
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Jeff Brigg
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October 14, 2017
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Craig Smith
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October 14, 2017
Have you ever felt like you knew someone well even though you never met the person face-to-face? That is how I felt about Rick. Though I graduated from the same college as Rick--St. Andrews--and shared some mutual friends--Todd Davis and John Lawson in particular--being a few years older than the others meant that I somehow missed a few of the guys in that group--Ames Arnold, John "Jomo" Williamson, and Rick himself.

That situation was rectified several years ago when Todd tracked me down and drew me into the email loop that these guys had been participating in for years. I have since spent some time with them all--with the exception of Rick. But through that group's steady e-correspondence and the anecdotes and stories I heard from or was told by the others, I came to "know" Rick as a truly warm-hearted, caring, and very talented person. I heard his music on CD with some of his local groups and admired his abilities. And when I received from him a couple of his home-made CDs with original songs, I was deeply moved. Rick possessed one of the warmest singing voices I have ever heard, a voice that you could not help responding to. And to this day since receiving his CDs I never prepare for the day without checking that "I have my shoes on the right feet today."

We have clearly lost a special individual. But his voice and music remain with us, just as surely as the memories of him will remain forever with his family and friends.

Craig Smith
Taos, New Mexico
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Ames Arnold
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October 14, 2017
my birthday and rick's were pretty close to each other - late july, early august - and about 4 or 5 years ago it seemed appropriate to throw a big co-birthday party somewhere around that time and round up some of the st. Andrews alumni we were in touch with - androids - for a night of drinking , yakking and celebrating. (who says old guys and girls can't have fun?). And since many of the folks we knew from college were pretty talented, it seemed appropriate to make it a musical evening. we knew even if nobody showed , we'd have fun.;

turns out, about 15-20 alum would come out of the woodwork annually to gather at my house in Richmond, va. some came once, some looked forward to it each year. it turned into a great time for reunion and visiting. some of those had not seen each other in 40 years, some - like rick and myself - saw each other once in a while and had more familiar reunions. it also became a time when my richmond neighbors had the opportunity to meet and hear these talented folks sing and play - talents which I too often had come to take for granted. we played solo and in ad hoc pick up groups and it always clicked.

rick of course wowed the newbies to his musical charms whether he sang a children's song he'd written or a jimmie Rodgers classic. his straight ahead voice and soulful honesty came through loud and clear with each line as did his gentle, twinkle-eyed, welcoming nature come through in conversation. when some of my neighbors and friends learned the other day that he had passed on, they were stunned. more than one said, "he was as cute as a bug."

well, I'm not sure "bojangles" as some of us called him, was as cute as a bug but i was so lucky that one afternoon almost 50 years ago , he came into my dorm suite at st. andrews, introduced himself and said something like, " i hear you play guitar. so do i." i had no idea about the joys, the fall down laughter and the life shaping moments that would follow thanks to ricky bojangles morgan.

I and we all were so blessed to have been privileged to spend time in this life with his unique, kind soul.

ames arnold
Richmond , va.
class of '72.
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John Lawson
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October 13, 2017
When I first got to know Rick, we both lived in Winston-Salem Dorm at St. Andrews College. I was a sophomore and he was a lowly freshman. At first sight he struck me as a jock: clean-shaven, very muscular. As I recall, he was wrestling in those days, and he had all these stories about doing outrageous things to "make weight": not eating for extended periods, exercising in hot environments to sweat out as much water as possible, using coffee as a diuretic, etc. His stories confirmed my impression that athletic competitiveness is a form of insanity--and it seemed that Rick was arriving at a similar conclusion. He soon moved away from the jock image, grew a beard, and revealed both his incredible talents as a musician and his interest in Buddhist mysticism. He went through what seemed to me to be a radical transformation as I watched, from jock to a sort of semi-Bodhisattva--with time off for the occasional quart of beer.

What Rick did not turn into, however, was an exemplary housekeeper. His room was usually in disarray, his sheets twisted up to look like a human-size squirrel had been sleeping there, and his records lying out of their sleeves collecting dust. Sometimes more than dust: I remember walking into his room one day to see his copy of Bob Dylan's first album lying out with a blob of oatmeal on it. I gave him static about that for the next 49 years.

Once, Rick made the mistake of telling me that I resembled a terrifying figure from his dreams, "Tickleman." Bad mistake. From then on, at odd moments I would assume the guise of Tickleman and reduce Rick--and myself--to crippling bouts of laughter as I yelled his name and tickled him till he fell on the floor in hysterics. Sounds sophomoric, I know--and rightly so: I was a sophomore!

These are just a few of the images of Rick that I've carried around with me for all of these years, and will continue to carry--with laughter, with gratitude. He and Todd Davis and Ames Arnold and I formed what I sometimes thought of as a sort of Four Musketeers, only without the muskets: watching each other grow through the years, enduring each others' problems, sharing each others' joys. It's a hard thing to lose one of the cornerstones of your life, as I just have; but it's a wonderful thing to reflect on the good fortune that enabled the four of us to meet and to share such an unbreakable bond for so many years. May everyone have such good fortune.
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Michelle Bamford
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October 13, 2017
Rick was my preschool teacher at the Montessori School of Raleigh when he first started teaching there. I was there until I went to 1st grade in the fall of 1981. I have so many wonderful memories of my time there. I truly treasured my time in Rick's class. He was a wonderful teacher! I am a preschool teacher now and I'd like to give some of the credit for that to Rick. I actually have one of his CDs which I play for my children regularly. He had a major impact on the lives of so many children over the years. His memory will live on through his family and students! Rick, you will truly be missed! Thank you for all you did for us!

- Michelle Bamford
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