Morgan was stalked for 4 months, it was a felony stalking case run by the Garfield County Sheriff’s office, a felony stalking detective was assigned to her case, then only 2 days before her murder we were warned by this detective that he believed her stalker was going to escalate so he would be assigning extra patrols on our home.  Morgan was killed during an active investigation into her stalking only 4 days before she was supposed to testify on camera about her stalkers.

Does anyone really believe that the disposal of a witness to save ones own skin should be allowed?  What kind of world is this?  This is just all too wrong!  Is this how our nation would like to see it’s victims of stalking treated?  Are victims just disposable?

Morgan has gone out of the darkness and into the light, but for others left behind it is still painful and very dark, knowing that her murderer(s) are still running free and they can do the same thing again – and odds are they will do the same thing again.

This was the perfect storm of life-changing proportions.  You can be as hyper-vigilant as you can but there is always that crack…the crack, the perfect storm, whatever you would like to call it when things go wrong and your guard is let down, and these stalkers creep in to your space and destroy everything…they creep, they slime, they move quickly undetected because they are sick – they are cowards – they are criminals.  As the mother of the female accomplice once complained to her friend, her daughter has no soul…I think this mother knew something was very wrong with her daughter, even back then.  It’s hard for me to think of a mom that can tell her friend that she is worried that her daughter has no soul.  Maybe she could tell her daughter did not have feelings like most humans?  I am sure this mom (and she knows exactly who she is) knows her daughter was involved in the stalking and murder of Morgan. I wonder how she sleeps at night? I wonder if she, just like her daughter, has no soul?

Not one day goes by that my husband Steve and I don’t think about Morgan.  Today was another hard one.  I miss her, I wish she were still here.  She would have graduated college, taken her LSAT’s, applied to law school, and been doing an internship by now.  She would look so grown up and would have loved to go camping on the beach with her little niece and nephew.  Today my granddaughter showed me a picture of Morgan.  It was a picture Morgan had taken for her graduation invitations.  My granddaughter asked how old Morgan was in the photo.  I told her she was 19 and it was for her graduation invitations because she had completed her first 2 years of college and received her AA degree.  My smart little granddaughter knew I had been crying on and off all day as the pain of missing Morgan was just too much and she said to me, “Nana think about what Morgan looks like right now because she’s older now, she is so beautiful.”  I think she was trying to cheer me up and direct me to remember that Morgan is still here and always will be, just not the way she was before.

I am so very grateful to have such loving and wise grandchildren.  They keep my heart from totally disappearing at times when the heaviness of this world seems to be crushing down upon it.

Going forward, if any of you have any wonderful ideas about how to raise even more awareness please write in to me and let me know…forward movement is the best medicine for my soul.  Thank you!