Wife of 23-year-old Newhaven man who died after brain tumour battle writes heartfelt poem

Morgan Sandalls died on January 10, this year. He was diagnosed with a glioblastoma multiforme (GBM) brain tumour in November, 2019, after he started having seizures.

The young dad, who was a gas and heating engineer, underwent surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy in his fight against the disease.

But at the end of last year, he was tragically told the tumour had grown and he had just weeks to live.

His wife, Elisha Johnson, 21, who he shares a two-year-old son called Riley with this week issued a heartfelt poem in her husband’s memory.

It reads:

The question of life.

Life has no limits, nor no boundaries, life gives us hurdles but there are ways around them no matter how simple or hard they are to conquer.

Who knows the meaning of life? Is it to die? Is it to cram as much as you can into a time that has limits?

Whether it be short or long? What’s the meaning of death? Is it for a new life after or is that really it?

Who knows the value of time until a moment has passed and we can’t regain it to try again? Are we promised tomorrow?

Never. But we were given yesterday and that is somewhat a blessing.

Do we see those that have passed before us again? Or is that really the end of that gift we were given.

How were words created? How did we learn to express ourselves with such simple lettering explanations with no meanings.

Punctuality used correctly but unknown how they actually adapted.

How are humans all so different but given the same resources as each other?

How does one person change the life of another just by simply existing?

How can one person, with the same abilities as us have such power over another’s life with a simple yes or no?

Or even kindness or despair? I don’t have the answers to these questions and nobody does, we’re all on a road, the same road with the same destination.

Some will achieve more, some will experience more, some will love more and some will go longer than the last but we all end up in the same place, but what is that place?

Will that be the answer to our unknown questions? Or will we just never know? For my husband. I hope to see you again. For keeps.