This past weekend, my family said goodbye to Morgan Primm. It was heartbreaking. There are many ways to describe Morgan. He was a father, husband, son, brother, grandson, cousin, and friend. He was a business owner, a diesel man, and an avid truck puller. But those words fail to capture who he really was. What we can all say about him is that he was a good man.

Morgan was driven. He worked hard and built an incredible business. Life didn’t happen to Morgan; he happened to life. While he and I weren’t close as adults, I admired the man he’d become. I loved seeing his business grow, and the outpouring of love from the diesel community shows what an impact he made. You can read more about him at Midwest Diesel. He will be missed by many.

Over the past few years, I’ve come to think of grief as a negative mirror. Our pain is the flip side of the joy that person brought into our life. He brought a lot of joy into this world. My heart breaks for his family because I know what a blessing Morgan was to them, to us. In most of my memories, Morgan is smiling. That’s how I chose to remember him. It’s up to us, now, his family and friends, to carry his memory forward into the future and watch over his legacy as they grow. Morgan leaves behind a wife and two special boys. An education fund was set up for his children, and if you feel like giving, here’s the link: ForeverPRIMM

Goodbye, Morgan. You will be missed. Thank you for all the memories.