Morgan and her brother on her 3rd birthday
Morgan was blowing out the candles on her cake in this photo – I remember it was breezy out, so we left the cake in the box to protect the candles from blowing out. Funny how you remember things when you see a moment captured on film. Morgan always loved being outside, so we decided to have her party on the back patio that day.
I love all the memories from that house and ranch that Steve built. He built it with his own two hands. I miss those wonderful days. Days that I would never, not in a million years, have thought would end someday, because of a vicious stalker/murder who would enter our lives 17 years later.
I have been told that everything that happens in your life molds you into who you are today. Lessons learned or not learned make you who you are, and everyone’s life experiences are different. Having never experienced a stalker in my life, I had no idea what to expect or how to handle the situation when it entered our lives in 2011 – I was just so very frightened for my youngest daughter’s safety. Steve and I did what we thought we needed to do to protect her, but it wasn’t good enough…that I know now. So my goal will always be to raise awareness of the seriousness of stalking, so others can learn from the lessons I have come to learn the hard way.
Spreading fear in others is not my goal. I love my sweet Morgan, and I wish with all my heart that I could have been the one taken instead of her. The past can not be rewritten, but we all have the opportunity to change the future, so I hope and pray you will all cherish every moment of every day with those you love, because life is fragile, and remember if your gut tells you something is wrong, if you feel like someone is stalking you, don’t try to pretend it isn’t happening, take it seriously. Please share this information with others…you never know if that one time you share this vital information it may just be the time that saves another’s life.
A dried rose left in-between the pages of Morgan’s cookbook…this was so Morgan 🙂
Today I decided to open up one of Morgan’s cookbooks. She loved to cook and had started buying herself some cookbooks of her own, in the last 2 years of her life. When I started to flip through the pages of her Martha Stewart cookbook, I came across a dried rose, marking the recipe – it made me smile remembering how she used to leave roses in-between the pages of her books to mark something she wanted to refer back to in the future…then I cried again remembering that Morgan no longer has a future – she now lives only in our memories.
This is so unfair! It was so hard getting through the holidays again this year, the 7th time without Morgan. She should still be here with us. Morgan needs to receive justice, and I will do everything in my power to make sure her case no longer stays cold…there is a murderer still free, walking among us, and that murderer needs to be brought to justice. No other parents should have to go through what Steve and I have been going through for the last 7 years because of this criminal. #JusticeforMorganin2019!
2018 was actually an amazing year in our pursuit of justice for Morgan. There were major developments and huge revelations made…people came forward with new information and Team Morgan is doing amazing things! I am so grateful for everyone who is helping on our journey to justice – you all know who you are.
That being said, I believe with all my heart that 2019 will be a magical year.
I promise to let you all know what is happening as soon as I can. I always try to explain to other families that I work with, families who have had their loved ones violently taken from them as well, that no matter how impossible and painful it may be you should never give up on your journey to justice for your loved one, because even if everyone else believes it is impossible, that doesn’t mean it is impossible for you…every day now we hear about cold cases that are over 30 years old getting solved…arrests being made, convictions with predators being taken off the street. These are cases that most people never thought would be solved – but beyond all logic the families still hoped and they got their miracle. So never ever give up – make possible what others think of as impossible!
This may not look so special to you, but to me it is priceless…
Another Mom from Colorado who lost her daughter to a sick, depraved animal, painted this rock for me. It is a copy of a picture of the silhouette of Morgan. She knew when I held it in the palm of my hand I would feel the immense energy in that rock…and I did! It is very comforting to me and I will always love her for this priceless gift.
Her daughter is 19-year-old Lea Porter – see the picture below. A beautiful young, amazing soul who should still be with us today, just like Morgan, but like Morgan, her life was cut short by a heinous act from a monster. Lea’s body has still not been found, although her murderer is in jail for her murder. https://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/local-news/killer-sentenced-but-where-is-lea-porters-body
We still need to find Lea and bring her home to her family.
Even through this mom’s pain and suffering, this Mama Bear took the time to support me and give me this rock for comfort. It really seems that all us parents of murdered children are the only ones that can truly understand the depth of pain we will all carry for the rest of our lives, and therefore we are all sadly members of the same club…a club no one ever wants to belong to. I am in awe of the courage all these parents show, while on such a painful journey…and yet what choice did any of us have? None.
This beautiful picture of Lea that you see below I keep on the nightstand next to my bed, along with Morgan’s picture. In my heart I feel like they are both girls are together as friends on the other side…and we will all be reunited again some day. XOXO #JusticeForOurGirls
Above is a photo of Morgan and her cousin Adam…2 angels no longer with us. Seeing this picture brought tears to my eyes…how can 2 such precious souls have died before their stories were complete. Both lives cut short, but never forgotten.