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RICHARD JOHN MORRIS

20/03/1968 - 29/10/1987

MY BROTHER
I didn't see you close your eyes,
We were told you were gone and didn't
have a chance to say goodbye.
Words are few,thoughts are deep,
memories of you are ours to keep
Missing you always ,
Your Sister Cheryle .

Hello and welcome to my site on my dear brother whom i miss very much. Ricky this site is for us both,
look here and be happy and know im trying to do something as i know this is what you would have
wanted. Love you and miss you with all my heart wishing you were here today to share your life with me
and your nieces and nephew, im sure you are here in spirit with us all. Hugs and kisses for you from us
all.

Let me start by saying Ricky as a child was a normal kid he was like many young boys that would climb
trees and play in dirt etc. I used to call him "monkey" as each time he got in trouble from our dad he
would run and climb to get away from him, (normally the back fence).
We had a park near us and he always loved to go down there and climb the trees thinking he was like
Tarzan.
As Ricky entered his teens he started to mixed in the wrong crowd and started to change, as most
teenagers do.
Myself i was already living in Melbourne. Our mother was there,(she had left the family home when we
were young). I shall not get into the negatively feeling of this for me.
Ricky came to live with me, we shared a flat together and had some good times, Ricky met some friends
and got involved into drinking , partying, it was to much for me so i move to the flat across from his..
(On his request he said it was best as he became my protector)
We still hung out together and done heaps, he was always on the look out for me, he looked after me.

He met a fella and got a job on a fishing trawler that was the worse thing that could have ever happen to
my brother, he changed to bad, his attitude, more drinking taking lots of drugs.

The next part of ricky's life was the nightmare i wish it would go away but unfortunately its reality and i
have to accept what has happen.
Ricky was now in the hands of the law and a new home was designated for him "Pentrigde", i cried for
months and months(so did he) i missed my brother so much, i went to visit him as much as i could and
we exchanged letters weekly.
I was to leave Melbourne early "85"due to reason's i had to.
As one would know being in jail you need contact with the out side world so his mother was in his life.

I was back in Sydney and still wrote to Ricky weekly i missed him so much but 'what could i do'.
Ricky and some other inmates escaped "86" and came to Sydney where they spent some time keeping
the police on their toes, i was very frighten for him as they branded him " Dangerous criminal" DONT
APPROACH what alot of garbage Ricky may have committed a crime(under the influence) but he wasn't
out to hurt anyone he just wanted some time out from jail life he was a beautiful man.

They were captured and he was to return to the Hole Pentrigde. It was '87' he ended up in "jika-Jika"
He would write to me and tell me how bad it was in there and that it wasn't a jail but HELL he explain to
me that at no time did they ever have control of anything it was all run by the Screws.
He would tell me about the mind games they would play with them, plus all the nasties that went with the
unit, he would tell me how good the Chaplin was and how close they were and i believe he also had a
female friend whom he was close to.
Many stories he would tell me i just wished he could of gotten out of there, i prayed daily for
him.

I was at home on the 29th Oct 87, 4.30pm and a news flash came over the T.V my heart sunk, for some
reason i knew straight away he was involved. I rang the jail straight away and this was confirmed, i just
collapsed into a heap.
At the time of Ricky's death i was near the end of my 2nd pregnancy and i was advised not to travel to
Melbourne, i could only go for the funeral, i desperately wanted to be there but i just couldn't.
We Drove down the following week and attended the funeral, friends also attended thank you to those. I
even missed all the court cases due to having a new baby and i wasn't about to drag her there.
Time went on and i fell into the grieving stage of the loss of my brother, 'apart of me was gone' but glad
he was out of that "Hell Hole";.
Ricky loved the water and was buried close to the sounds of it and he was to be free and at peace.

Myself i was into my own addictions and i dont feel i ever grieved properly back then, since giving up my
addictions in '99' reality has hit hard and Ive tried so many times to deal with this issue each time i have
its hurt to much... Its now 2005 my head is clearer.

I had planned on doing a web site for him and i spent many hours searching for information regarding all
articles on Ricky but i seem to have got no where, i did however find a site that covers some information
and i have had contact with him his name is Dave, Plus others i have found in my search. Please
remember to sign my guest book within this site and please if anyone has any info etc they can share
with me about Ricky,the escape,time inside please email me, also i am adding more pages as i go so if
anyone wants to add memorials or poems to the men who lost their lives on the 29th October 1987
please feel free to contact me.

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