I remember we used to refer to Lawrence as an Uncle and not a cousin, he was much older then us. I was doing family research on Uncle Harold (hopeing there were family pictures on the internet somewhere or Morris family reunion information) when I came across Lawrence's obituary, I am extremely sorry for your loss and hope you wlll find comfort in his memories.
My family tie is through Dian Reed and Sybil Morris Cox. my mother and grandmother, and I was fondly called Little Dian.

We have wonderful memories of papa. He was especially kind to my children. In his latter years, while he was living with his daughter Judy and helping with the day care, he became a special friend to my little girl. He loved to hold her on his lap and talk with her. She had an imaginary friend at the time, they would carry on conversations with my daughters little friend. He always went out of his way to show his feelings to her. Even until she had way outgrown her little friend he always made sure to ask her how she and her friend were doing? When he saw us he made sure I told my Carrigan he missed her. I am so grateful for all he did for my child and how he made being at Judy's daycare a more pleasant experience. My deepest condolences to the family. I feel truly honored to have known such a wonderful man. We will really miss him.

Love and condolences to my most beloved cousins. Though we have not remained close through the years, I still think of you often. What wonderful childhood memories. I remember your father always kept an eye to the clock when you came out to the desert to visit. He wanted to be sure you hit the road on time, on schedule. I understand and can appreciate that much more now, but oh how I hated to see you go then. May you find comfort and solace in the knowledge of our love and regard for your father and the most cherished of memories with your family.

I'll miss "Papa" Morris's wonderful, welcoming smile. He always seemed so caring and interested in everyone around him. No wonder little children flocked to him. He was truly a gracious man, and his children remain a living example of his kind spirit.

Please accept my condolences. Although I have not had much contact in recent years, I do remember the many great camping adventures our two families and the other brothers and cousins families had together as we continued to grow up and watch our children grow. Lawrence was always the camp organizer, fire builder, horseman and man of the mountains and country side. He shared with us and taught us to enjoy it too. He will be missed. May you (the family) find peace in your loving memories of him. Sharon

I am so sorry for your loss. I hope that this finds your family and friends in the best spirits as can be. I want the family to know that I appreciate Mr. Morris' military service and his devotion to his country.

I just wanted to let you all know that my thoughts and prayers are with you all. I also wanted to share a poem with you that helped me when my grandmother passed away. FAREWELL The sand of time are running low And soon my children I must go My heart with love for you is filled But soon its beating must be stilled I leave no treasures of any kind Only my love I leave behind Take it and share it between sister and brother And always be kind to one another Weep not beside the grave for me Don't bring me flowers I cannot see Only ashes lie neath the cold sod Just pray that my soul has gone with God Some of you perhaps may weep When my eyes are closed in eternal sleep But try to remember it won't be forever For God can bring our spirits together I pray that I go to a world far above To be with the others that I love And to wait awhile on that Heavenly plain Until the day we shall meet again

I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS LITTLE GOING TO HOOPER AND RIDING ON THE LITTLE PONY'S AND PLAYIN WITH THE DOG'S AND THE GOAT NENA.... I ALSO REMEMBER GOIN TO THE CABIN WITH PAPA AND MY DAD... WE WOULD RIDE HORSES AND PLAY AROUND ON SNOW MOBILES.... PAPA WAS A GOOD GRANDPA.... WE LOVE U.. R.I.P PAPA LOVE BOBBIE

I remember when i was little going to papa's riding hores's and playing with the goat nena and the dogs. going to the cabin and playing on the swing and in the winter going snowmobiling with papa and dad sometimes the horses were there we always had fun with papa. were going to miss you.. I love you papa R.I.P Love Renee