To those who don't read my other journal--
one of my family, one of the horsemen and my friends that i love died last night. he left a lof of sad and crushed people behind him. his name was Matt also lovingly known as Gaylen. he committed suicide last night.
My brother you will be remembered and you will forever be missed
a Letter from Alexander
My Beloved Horsemen:
It is my sad duty to inform you all that Galen MacMorrigan has ended his life.
I apologize for those of you receiving this for the first time via this letter, however, I find myself unable to tell anyone else as my voice has failed from grief.
I am sure many of you are asking how and why. Although I have no answer, A letter was left to the Horsemen from Galen which is pasted below in its entirety. You will note that it is addressed to "My Dearest Horsemen". I hope I will not offend any involved by showing this, but I shall respect his final wishes and let you see what he wanted us to hear:
My Dearest Horsemen
You all knew me as Galen MacMorrigan; it was a name I bore gladly and proudly as one of you, though it was a role that weighed heavily on me at times. I know that many times I was there as little more than a tyrant to you, only the older members remember me as the troublemaker I began.
It was a pleasure meeting and playing with you all. You became my family away from home over the years, and I will always be grateful for the many years of pleasurable company I was graced with while spending my weekends playing with you all. The Horsemen truly felt like a family, we stuck together and helped each other out both at events and in the real world.
In recent yeas though I have come to regret constantly playing the role of an enforcer, it felt as though all I ever did was glare at you all and remind you of what you should be doing instead of enjoying myself and letting you al enjoy yourselves. It was nothing that was forced on me, rather a role I allowed myself to slip into that I shouldn’t’ have. No one is at fault but myself; you have all been incredibly kind and welcoming to me. I can only apologize for having failed you and letting myself get out of control. I took the last year off, and you have shown me not only can you get by without me standing there like some big brother, but also you can flourish. Please do not remember me poorly, think only of the enjoyable times we shared on and off the field, SCA and mundane.
You were all a fabulous group of people, and you honored me greatly by allowing me to be with you. I know you will continue to grow and flourish in the future so long as you continue to care about each other as much as you always have. Please take my armor, garb and decorative weapons and put them to good use. I only hope others can gain as much happiness with them as I did.
Pruis Mori Quam Fidem Fallare
Galen MacMorrigan
Obsidian Guard
A.K.A. Matthew Bragg
I, as I am sure all of you, have been shaken to my foundation by this loss. Today we have lost an Obsidan Guard, a friend, a brother.
I will pass on more information to you all as it becomes available.
Dues Cave
Alexander
and here are some pictures of Galen to remember him by and for those who never got to meet him
My brother you will be remembered and you will forever be missed
a Letter from Alexander
My Beloved Horsemen:
It is my sad duty to inform you all that Galen MacMorrigan has ended his life.
I apologize for those of you receiving this for the first time via this letter, however, I find myself unable to tell anyone else as my voice has failed from grief.
I am sure many of you are asking how and why. Although I have no answer, A letter was left to the Horsemen from Galen which is pasted below in its entirety. You will note that it is addressed to "My Dearest Horsemen". I hope I will not offend any involved by showing this, but I shall respect his final wishes and let you see what he wanted us to hear:
My Dearest Horsemen
You all knew me as Galen MacMorrigan; it was a name I bore gladly and proudly as one of you, though it was a role that weighed heavily on me at times. I know that many times I was there as little more than a tyrant to you, only the older members remember me as the troublemaker I began.
It was a pleasure meeting and playing with you all. You became my family away from home over the years, and I will always be grateful for the many years of pleasurable company I was graced with while spending my weekends playing with you all. The Horsemen truly felt like a family, we stuck together and helped each other out both at events and in the real world.
In recent yeas though I have come to regret constantly playing the role of an enforcer, it felt as though all I ever did was glare at you all and remind you of what you should be doing instead of enjoying myself and letting you al enjoy yourselves. It was nothing that was forced on me, rather a role I allowed myself to slip into that I shouldn’t’ have. No one is at fault but myself; you have all been incredibly kind and welcoming to me. I can only apologize for having failed you and letting myself get out of control. I took the last year off, and you have shown me not only can you get by without me standing there like some big brother, but also you can flourish. Please do not remember me poorly, think only of the enjoyable times we shared on and off the field, SCA and mundane.
You were all a fabulous group of people, and you honored me greatly by allowing me to be with you. I know you will continue to grow and flourish in the future so long as you continue to care about each other as much as you always have. Please take my armor, garb and decorative weapons and put them to good use. I only hope others can gain as much happiness with them as I did.
Pruis Mori Quam Fidem Fallare
Galen MacMorrigan
Obsidian Guard
A.K.A. Matthew Bragg
I, as I am sure all of you, have been shaken to my foundation by this loss. Today we have lost an Obsidan Guard, a friend, a brother.
I will pass on more information to you all as it becomes available.
Dues Cave
Alexander
and here are some pictures of Galen to remember him by and for those who never got to meet him