And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a 'living funeral'. Each of them spoke and paid tribute. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem: 'My dear and loving cousin. Your ageless heart as you, love through time, layer on layer, tender sequoia.' . And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morris said that day.

Tuesdays with Morrie