Click on http://www.kdnk.org/news.cfm and enter Morgan Ingram under the search archives on the right side of the page to watch the series about Morgan that KDNK produced, if you haven’t listened to it before. It has interviews with experts in their field about Morgan’s case.
With a heavy heart I would like to share with you all that Morgan would have been 25 years old this coming Tuesday, August 16th. As the days grow closer to her birthday, my heart feels more and more pain. The tears keep coming, even though I try to hold them back. And it’s not just the tears…the pain I feel is creating a huge anger from within. I know anger is normal in this case. Anger for the petty jealous people that targeted Morgan and our family. Anger for the sick delusional subhumans that were involved in her gang stalking and murder. Anger towards the Garfield County Sheriff’s detective, who is now the Garfield County Coroner since the last election as he was the one that decided to go along to get along by covering up Morgan’s murder. He had a choice, just as all of us do in life, and he chose the dark side. And I could go on and on…but what good will that do?
I decided a long time ago, right after Morgan’s murder, that I could either become invisible, like a ghost, or suck it up and solve Morgan’s case – – get her the justice that she deserves – – and make sure these people can no longer hurt others. When I decided that was the path I was going to take I knew I could not accomplish it through anger, I knew it would need to be done through love, because love is the most powerful thing in the world. And the most magical part of this journey is that I have been blessed with a partner that believes in the same path. My husband, Steve, Morgan’s daddy is in extreme pain. As a father, he would like nothing more than to lash out, but he hasn’t because he wants justice for his baby and he knows the only way to bring down all involved is to stay resolute, compile and have rock hard evidence, and make sure when the case goes down, the guilty parties pay.
Recently, some supporters of justice for Morgan posted on following on Facebook:
The Morgan Ingram Light-A-Candle event is only 4 days away. Please light a candle to remember Morgan and celebrate her life. Also, pray that justice happens this year for what happened to her. #MorganIngram #JusticeforMorgan#RIPMorgan #Murder #Stalking #Homicide #Death #August16
I am very grateful to everyone that still supports Justice for Morgan after all these years. I think this is a beautiful idea – – so many of you have done this in the past and sent pictures of your burning candles in tribute to Morgan on that day. It meant a lot to me because I know with every candle lit and every intention sent, the power of so many can shift the energy and send out the much needed love that can conquer evil. Light is really the only thing that can dispell the darkness. Thanking you all in advance for burning a candle for Morgan this coming Tuesday on her 25th birthday. I know she will feel the love and warm intentions that are being sent out on her behalf.
Much love & light to you all,
Toni (Always Morgan’s Mom)
Have you ever walked into a hardware store – something like a Home Depot or Lowes, and as you walk down one of their aisles a motion detector alarm sounds? I know they use them to get people’s attention so they might become interested in purchasing them. But if you have ever survived a stalking, or if you are ever in the midst of an ongoing stalking, and you had or have motion detector alarms you understand the sudden momentary fear your body feels when you hear that sound. It still happens…you can’t forget it.
Small things like this bring back chilling memories. When we first installed the motion detectors and motion lights we would get a surge of adrenaline when we heard them go off. Our protection protocol would kick in, and Steve would run out the door of the house armed with whatever we he had decided to use at the time, and I would run to the cameras to see if I could “see” the stalker(s) on the camera. Then if these sounds came in conjunction with tapping or banging on our windows, or actually seeing someone through the window, or even images on the camera, we would call it in to the sheriffs. Then ~ 30 to 45 minutes later patrol officers would show up to search and interview us…the lack of sleep was taking it’s toll.
After Morgan’s murder whenever I would hear the sound of those alarms I would instinctively react to them. I am flooded with all the same horrible feelings of anger, worry, fear, and foreboding…the same feelings that I felt during Morgan’s stalking – all those feelings come flooding back. I hope someday I no longer instinctively react to this sound, but for now I try to avoid places where I may hear it.
I know this is just one small little thing…hearing a motion alarm, but all the small little things that have no meaning to others that have never been a victim of stalking are really big things to a victim of stalking.
Stalking is serious. Stalking takes an emotional toll on it’s victims. Still, stalking is the most under-reported crime currently, just one-third to one-half of stalking cases are reported to authorities because victims are often afraid of angering their stalkers and making the situation worse – I know this was a fear that both Morgan and I both expressed at varying times during her stalking. Victims also tend to believe that the police are unable to help, because an estimated 40 percent of all restraining orders are violated and this is something that so many victims have written in to tell me.
Stalking: A Handbook for Vicitms by Emily Spence-Diehl offers a lot of good information for victims.
On December 2, 2013, exactly 2 years after Morgan’s murder, her friend wrote the following heartfelt words:
Today is just another day
Today is just a day…
The day your battle became ours
The day you were robbed, and us too
I loved you long before this day
I loved you for the hundreds that came before it
Two years ago today you took the colors with you
leaving the snow you longed for behind
The sunset and sunrise without your love burned redder in sorrow
Mountains fell silent- void- of sound as you left.
Snow untouched, attempted to preserve the moments
Stop the world from turning to keep you near
…but you had to go
and I prayed for the first time
– wake up from this dream
but each day this dream turns more real
and you become the dream
fading with every sunrise
This world slowly filling with colors I thought I had lost forever
as now you are close in reveries of starry nights and philosophy
today is just a day.
All the words that matter are: I love you.