November 30, 2018 – what happened today 7 years ago?

7 years ago today here is what I wrote about that day on my timeline: http://morganingram.com/wordpress/?p=2446

As well as:http://morganingram.com/wordpress/?p=4169&fbclid=IwAR3511fnBFYAt2WVUE05paTJLtW35tlV4m0c8t2S6aFWdBCKAVdxYFwj4

Morgan was scared and wanted protection. She asked her dad if he would buy her a knife. This is a picture Morgan took of the box (with a knife inside of it) that Steve bought for her, at her request, on the drive home from Grand Junction, CO. This box, with the knife still inside of it, was found in her bed, next to her body when we found her on Friday morning, December 2, 2011.

My heart is breaking today – I just want to crawl into a hole and cry all by myself…and at the same time my whole body is vibrating with excitement…why? I feel like a voice from somewhere is telling me it is finally time…it has been almost 7 years now, but justice is coming very soon. This sounds strange after all these years, but I really do trust that voice – it has never been wrong before so please cross your fingers, pray and light a candle on Sunday for Morgan…#JusticeForMorgan!

Morgan loved listening to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes, especially their song: “Home is whenever I’m with you”

Lyrics
Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my ma and pa
Not that way that I do love you
Holy moley, me oh my
You’re the apple of my eye
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you
Man, oh man, you’re my best friend
I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothing that I need
Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
Ain’t nothing please me more than you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
La, la, la, la, take me home
Mommy, I’m coming home
I’ll follow you into the park
Through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I never loved one like you
Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and pay phone calls
I’ve been everywhere with you
That’s true, laugh until we think we’ll die
Barefoot on a summer night
Never could be sweeter than with you
And in the streets you run a-free
Like it’s only you and me
Geez, you’re something to see
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
La, la, la, la, take me home
Daddy, I’m coming home
Jade Alexander, do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
I sure do, you came jumping out after me
Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass,
You were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Yes, I do, well, there’s something I never told you about that night
What didn’t you tell me?
While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last,
I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you until just now
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is where I’m alone with you
Home, let me come home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, yes I am home
Home is when I’m alone with you
Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my ma and pa
Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and pay phone calls
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ah, home, let me go home
Home is where I’m alone with you
Songwriters: Alexander Ebert / Jade Allyson Castrinos
Home lyrics © BMG Rights Management

 

November 29, 2018 – remembering all the fun trips with Morgan…

The pain is almost to much to bear…this Sunday it will have been 7 years since Morgan was brutally taken from us.  No one has the right to take another’s life…no one! Morgan didn’t want to go – she loved her life and she loved her family, her friends and her pets. She had her whole life mapped out – she was excited about her life, and then it was taken from her. She was so scared – the night before her murder she asked for a knife from her dad – he bought it for her and it was found next to her body in her bed the morning we found her. Before she came home that night she asked a friend’s Aunt if she could sleep over – she was afraid to sleep at home alone in her room, but unfortunately it didn’t work out with her friend’s Aunt. So then she drove, on her way home, to ask another male friend if he could sleep over, but again, that didn’t work out either…she came home that night exhausted, stressed and scared and in hindsight she was right…the “gut” feeling she had that she was in mortal danger was absolutely correct and her life was taken from her. What a coward to attack an innocent victim while they sleep – do you think they would have much of a chance of defending themselves? And yet she did fight back. You can witness that from the crime scene photos. Three nails on her right hand are torn, along with abrasions on the top and bottom of that hand…abrasion on her wrist and chest…blood on her head and mouth with a smashed nose and fat lip. Clean folded clothes tossed all over the floor of her room and the vacuum knocked over, amount much more evidence of a struggle, attack, theft and murder.

We will never give up fighting for justice for Morgan. Her family and friends are now her voice and we will not be silenced…there are too many of us – they can’t silence all of us.

Please keep Morgan in your heart and pray for justice in 2019.

November 28, 2018 – remembering that Morgan loved the Spice Girls…

Morgan grew up believing she could do anything she put her mind to. During the 4 months she was stalked she still believed this…she posted on her Facebook page (during the stalking) asking her friends if anyone was interested in joining her in a grassroots effort to start a Chapter of The National Organization for Women (NOW). NOW is an American feminist organization founded in 1966.

Here are some of the notes I found in her stuff after she died…yes, I have kept almost all of her things. She still inspires me and I love her.

November 27, 2018 – every day now gets harder and harder to bear…

This is a picture of Morgan with me when she was in Elementary school – she is cuddling her doll Charlie. I bought Charlie for Morgan on her 2nd birthday and she loved him. She didn’t want a girl doll – she picked out a boy doll and named him.  Just the other day I was going through some old bins and I found Charlie. I held him to my heart and cried and cried. He looked brand new, Morgan had always taken such good care of him.  I wished with all my heart that Morgan was still here to pass Charlie down to her own daughter someday…every day leading up to this Sunday has been torture for me. Sunday will be the 7th anniversary of Morgan’s murder and we still do not have justice for her yet. Please remember Morgan in your prayers and light a candle on Sunday so your prayers for justice will be answered in 2019 – I still believe in the power of prayer.  Thank you!