THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO MY ONE AND ONLY BIG BROTHER STEVEN EDWIN MORGAN. STEVEN SERVED PROUDLY IN OUR ARMY IN THE 70s. Steven was my male role model, our Dad died at age thirty-three after a massive heart attack. I was almost three when our Dad died, so I don't remember him. But I could look at Steven and see what my Dad might have been like. Steven sufferd a heart attack at age thirty-four it changed his life style and scared me to death. In 2003 we lost our Mom at age Sixty-nine. Steven helped me through those dark days, Steven shed many tears over the loss of our Mom, and seeing him cry broke my heart and made me proud at the same time. Steven wasn't affraid to show his tears like some men, he didn't hide behind dark glassses nor stand like an unbreakable stone. Stevens tears weren't tears of weakness but tears of love and grief for the woman who helped make him the man he grew up to be. On Feb 4th 2006 Steven suffered a second and deadly heart attack at age fifty-one. Gone in the early morning, I never got to tell him good-bye. Stevens heart failed him but he never failed me nor anyone that loved him. My heart is forever broken, and I will never be the same. Gone is my hero who helped me grow and taught me so much in the forty-five years I had him in my life. Gone is my hero who walked me down the aisle on my wedding day. Gone is my hero who would listen to me and tell me what I needed to hear even if I didn't like it. I have two older sisters like myself who have been left behind to carry on. Like Stevens wife,children and grandchildren we have lost someone who ment so much, and can never be replaced. Through all my pain and all the tears I've made a promise to myself that he will live on through me. I will do my best to make him proud, as proud as I was of him. Steven may be gone but as long as I live and breath a part of him will go on with me.I love you Steven! Your baby sister Nettie.