December 6, 2012 – Day 5 of Morgan’s investigation

I woke up this Tuesday morning with a very calm feeling.  Tonight is Morgan’s Memorial Service at 6:00 pm.  It was so strange, because even with the unbelievable sadness I was carrying around with me, I also felt a feeling of peace that seemed to be broadcast from Morgan…I felt that she was now an angel, and guiding me.  She seemed to be saying that everything was OK.  I opened my drawer to reach for my hairbrush and saw some of the little Mother’s Day coupons Morgan had made for me, but I had not yet redeemed.  One was for a mother-daughter craft day, one for a clean kitchen, one for a hike by the river, one for a hike anywhere of my choosing, one for a day at the ranch together with our horse, and one for a dinner of my choosing (that one I had always known what I was going to ask her cook for me – her roasted beets with a yogurt sauce, and Lamb Korma).  Seeing these coupons and knowing that I could never again do these things with Morgan brought tears again to my eyes, and then all of a sudden there came an extremely warm feeling that blasted my shoulders and cursed down my back calming me down, and refusing to let me cry and I knew again it was Morgan – at that very moment I knew one day I would be able to do all those things that were left on her coupons by myself, but still knowing that she was right there by my side.  We all have our own journey, and Morgan was still on hers…but I knew she would still be next to me whenever I needed her.

We then had to coordinate with everyone in order to have a few people go over to the Farnum Holt Funeral Home to pick up Morgan’s ashes, and all the flowers, and then we had to go over to the Church to help the volunteers that were putting all Morgan’s friend’s Facebook comments on the bulletin board in the entry of the church, along with all the decorations, art supplies (Morgan loved art) so people could create something or write something if they would like to after the ceremony, and then put it in the bonfire to turn into ash, and have it rise up to heaven.  The Memorial Service was a blur to me, I guess I was in shock and so was Steve, but a wonderful young man took a video of it and so many months later, when we were stronger, we were able to sit down and watch the video and see who was there, and what was said.  It was truly a beautiful tribute to Morgan, thanks to all our family members, the many volunteers and Pastor Chad Webb of the Christ Community Church in Basalt, CO.  We were all so thankful for all the hugs, flowers and expressions of love given to us.  The two detectives that were assigned to Morgan’s felony stalking case were at the Memorial as well, but other than that there really was nothing else going on with her investigation on this day that I know of.

The other thing that happened after the ceremony was that I sat down and started to read all the cards and notes and letters everyone left – I was so filled with emotion I couldn’t contain it – all these young adults were able to verbalize on paper far better than I had ever thought possible, it made me understand my daughter better…when she would say I have to go meet a friend that needs me, I would always say, “Morgan it can’t be that important, do you have to take off immediately?”, and Morgan would always say, “for this person it was important”, so to her it was important – so many loved her.  Here are a few examples that I wanted to share with you:

* I love you Morgan!  Thanks for blessing our lives with your lovely adventurous kind spirit.  I really enjoyed our time hanging out meditating, playing charades, taking backwards pictures, painting, cross dressing, dancing, contemplating the beauty of life and people, and whatever else we shared…God bless you.  It was blissful in a way I can’t even describe…May your spirit meander on and spread love! – Patrick

* Dear Morgan, words can not explain how heart broken I am.  Whenever I saw you, you would come up to me and give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  I loved it when you came to my high school and just sat around doing college work.  My friend Travis told me about what happened, I could not believe it.  I thought it was a joke…me not having slept for 4 days and hearing about this made me fall to the ground and sob in my friends dorm room.  You are now part of everyone who loved you dearly.  I will take some of your beauty and keep it with me forever.  I will forever miss you.  Love from all of my heart – Carina

* A shadow came in the night to steal your beautiful soul, your light in this world will be sorely missed.  All I can hope is that wherever you may be, you’re at peace and know how loved you are.  Rest in peace Morgan, I hope you realize what an impact you had on so many lives. – Nicoe

 * The Skate Fairy…she’d sit for hours while we skated, watching, while knitting or hipsta-maticing, completely content; one of my greatest motivators while behind the lens, anything I composed or created, she’d have something to say.  She was exceptional, she was Morgan. – Loren

* You made me laugh, and you made every room you were in smile.  Your beauty and soul will shine on forever – Adam

*You were a beautiful, kind, loving, magical lady.  No matter where you are now, it is surely a more beautiful place with you in it.  You will be missed Morgan. – Catherine

* Today is the celebration of your life and I wouldn’t trade the whole world.  I have been thinking about you nearly every minute of everyday for the past few days and remembering the great times we had together, even from the good old Aspen Community School days.  Good times.  After those days, you and I went our own separate ways for awhile, but lucky for me I got the chance to reunite with you, and I couldn’t be happier for that chance, you were always there for me, when I was down and always there for me when I was sick, and no matter what, you made me feel better, and made me get up and do stuff.  I just want to thank you for all the good times I had with you and all the great memories we have that I will never EVER forget.  Also, I would like to thank you for all the things you taught me about all the brighter ways to look at the world, you will always have a huge spot in my heart, and nothing could ever change that.  You were like the big sister I never had, as well as one of my best friends by the end of it.  Thanks for everything.  RIP, you are loved dearly and remembered for eternity! Jordan

* Morgan Ingram…I have been waiting for the past maybe 5 hours hoping to God this was some insane sick joke.  Despite my wishes it has become apparent that this is not the case.  You were one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known, you helped me through a lot of things, for that I thank you for being such a lovely inspirational person.  Referring to you in the past tense makes me sick to my stomach, but you will live on in the hearts of everyone who knew you forever. Tyler

*Don’t know why it’s always the ones with the most beautiful souls that are taken.  The way you lit up a room when you’d walk in, you could change the whole feel of things.  Last time I had seen you after months, you changed my whole mood.  It’s crazy what can happen when you’re out of touch and what you can miss.  I’m really grateful to have been close to you when we were younger, I got to see how creative you were and just straight beautiful inside and out.  You were always so great to everyone, even strangers I’d see you run in to, you changed people’s lives, and isn’t that what life is about?  Putting an impact on someone’s life in a positive way?  I think that and if that’s what it’s about then you sure did it right.  Man Morgan, everyone should wish to be the way you were, I’m sure everyone does and still does.  To have such a good outlook on everything and love things in a deeper more intense way.  I think you meet people for a reason, so you can learn either bad things to push away and learn good from someone like you to embrace.  I’m happy I met you and your artistic, loving soul.  You knew what peace was – I’m sure you’re wrapped in it now.  So truly Morgan Rest in Peace, you are so missed, but never forgotten. – Sydney

And even one really young girl:

– I love you so much!!!  Thank you for being like my big sister that I never had.  I wrote, and will still write about you in my diary, you will still always be in my heart.  I would like to see you in my dreams.  I hope you will see me from up there.  Many blessings up there – Sophia

And a poem written by Barbara:

Morgan – A lover of Life, A Painter of Dreams, A Dancer of Joy, A Poet, A Scholar, Deeply Loved and Sorrowfully Missed!

 

A little brightness of the world - captured by Morgan Jennifer

A little brightness of the world – captured by Morgan Jennifer

Morgan’s Friends Speak Out

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Over the past holidays it was a very busy time for new college students coordinating their visits home with families and friends.  The writer Sarah Afshar was busy too, coordinating interviews with Morgan’s close friends about their feelings on a very tragic loss.  Some of Morgan’s friends found recounting that day was just not bearable, and Steve and I thank them sooo much for trying.  We also have an incredibly difficult time when discussing the day we lost Morgan, and reliving even small portions of what has happened.

What Sarah was able to put together has been published on Yahoo and I welcome all of you to see a peek of Morgan through the eyes of those who knew her so well.  We will always miss her, but sharing her life will also raise awareness of stalking, and we know that is what Morgan wants.

This article was originally on Yahoo Voices but since that no longer exists here is the new link to the article http://www.sarahafshar.com/2013/08/friends-remember-morgan-ingram.html

Thank you so much Sarah – Toni & Steve Ingram

 

December 5, 2012 – Day 4 of Morgan’s investigation

Morgan relaxing in her car, enjoying the view

Morgan relaxing in her car, enjoying the view

Morgan was scheduled to sign up for courses to become a certified yoga instructor today, over the past few days her little friends had missed their babysitter. Instead she was being made up for a viewing for all of the family and friends that had not seen her in a while and wanted a last chance.  I didn’t like the idea – I knew it was just the body she had once inhabited and now her soul was no longer in it – but I agreed and now here we were.

Detective Rob had assured us that it was perfectly fine to have her cremated as they had gotten everything they needed already from her autopsy.  Detective Megan had made sure that all of her electronics containing pictures were returned for there use in the Memorial that we would have tomorrow.

We had the OK to go back into her room and had so far only gone in to check on her cat.  We had gone through the cameras quickly to see if there was any very obvious event to be reported immediately, but there was not.  It was just too painful to watch them, so it was very cursory at best.

Steve and I were really uncertain about how the investigation would go forward at this point.  We were confident there would be one, and it was hard to imagine remaining calm and detached for the next few weeks until the results of the autopsy were back, but so far we had.  Stopping the tears was another thing altogether – we couldn’t stop the tears, and neither could others that were with us at all times.

That night at the viewing it all changed as my sister noticed something that nobody else had so far…Morgan’s nails.  It’s strange how things happen – I didn’t want the viewing, but had agreed, and now this happened.  Morgan had a French manicure done the day before she was killed, and her nails had been perfect.  Steve talked to her the night before we found her, and was quite sure they were still perfect.  Now they we far from perfect, three nails on her right hand (and yes, Morgan was right handed) looked like the tips of her nails were either cut or torn off on an angle.  It caused a minor commotion, and looking back now I guess that is part of dealing with death, you really don’t want to look hard, but you have to.

This seemed at the time like a simple question to answer…maybe the Forensic Pathologist cut them for evidence.  Look at pictures of her nails at the house and at the morgue and this discovery could be something to follow up on or be dismissed.  Well one year, one month and a few days later we still have no answer.  The Forensic Pathologist told me over the phone that he did not cut her nails.  And I have asked many times for the pictures that will show what condition they were in at what time.  The pictures just have never been produced.  Now that we are scheduling a complete review of her death we will have to have them, and at least that question can be put to rest.

Someone brought up with Detectives Rob and Megan the thought that K might show up at the memorial.  It has happened in some cases, they were aware of it, and promised to be on extra alert should that happen.  Two of our friends with concealed carry permits were also animate that they be “prepared too”.  I didn’t want to think that we needed armed guards for my daughter’s memorial service, and I avoided the thought completely.  If he did come by I never heard about it.

In another twist of fate, which has come to be expected in Morgan’s case, her memorial was held at the same place where K attended grade school.  Former classmates, and teachers all remembered him well.  Not for being “squeaky clean” as his “manager” at City Market told the detective, but for his behavioral issues, his violence, and bullying, and what was described as “a strange creepiness”.  It seems that even way back then K was establishing a reputation.

The ceremony was a fitting glimpse into the life of Morgan.  Steve and I were obviously far into uncharted territory, and we were doing our very best in our own way to survive this, learning things we so dearly wish we never had to.  And all these lessons we continue to learn over a year later.  We knew Morgan would be so sorely missed, just how much we hadn’t even begun to realize back then.  It would be months, many months before we realized just how much it would take to even have a hope of moving on with our lives.

By now I had decided that I could absolutely not stay in the house any longer, and moving to the one we had selected when Morgan was alive with a stalker was also out.  The front door had become my enemy, a portal through which Morgan should step through beaming her Morgan smile at any time, but never would again.  Steve and I discussed the crime scene aspect with Detective Rob and Megan, Steve was willing to keep the house for as long as was necessary, but we were going to move as soon as that could be done.  Detective Rob said if we could move tomorrow it would be fine with him, and that was reassuring.

Something of unspeakable horror had happened at the house.  Being away from that place was important, and finding out what did really happen was also very important.  Our first order of business then became finding our next stop in life.  And knowing that was the plan gave me the strength to venture into Morgan’s room with a mind toward packing it all up.  It was a very tough venture that first time, and I can’t say it ever became any easier.  Even empty, and stripped to the bare walls I could imagine her in that room dancing, singing, cleaning, decorating, rearranging, and every other little Morgan thing she did.  And the worse part was trying to not allow my mind to think of what happened to her that last night of her life.

Today is January 22, 2013, and my mantra has become truth – why can’t people tell the truth?  Why is it in such short supply these days?  I know if they don’t tell the truth it will eat at them for the rest of their lives.  I know – I remember a case a long time ago when someone was on their deathbed, and confessed to a crime that had not been solved for a long time,  he said he would not die with it on his conscience, and when he did confess the truth the others involved were both arrested.  The sad thing in that case is there were others that knew different pieces of the truth, but kept it to themselves all those years – why?  I have just finished a list of letters I must write, letters to remind people of the truth – especially for those who might have lost their way, and are just in need of a little reminder.  It does not consume me as it has in the past, but Morgan is with me every day going forward – and for that I am so grateful.

December 4, 2012 – Day 3 of Morgan’s investigation – preparing for her viewing

Stop. Wait for your turn to go.

Stop. Wait for your turn to go.

Morgan has died, we do not at this time know how or why.  We avoid those thoughts and focus on those around us.  The wellsprings of Morgan’s life, her love, and her happiness.

Contact with the detectives of her case is limited to organizational, necessary endeavors.  As a part of her death investigation, actually as the only function of her death investigation, the Sheriffs, not the Coroners, the Sheriffs have “gathered evidence”, all electronic items, her computer, cell phone and ipod. It is sad that after twenty years of exuberant life Morgan is only investigated for her last weeks of communications.

The detectives have dutifully interviewed two acquaintances of Morgan on the day of her death.  Two whom Steve had warned would be the worst to interview,  One because of medical issues that best not be revealed and one that was not even in the country to have an accurate or reality based response to give,  That did not stop the detective, he questioned those two and only those two for the basis of the Coroners postmortem examination report.

That alone would set off a disagreement of fact VS fiction that will go far beyond this day. But more importantly a small portion of the misinformation of Morgan that haunts her true legacy even today, over a year later.

Our actual contact with the detective is quite cordial and focused on procedural events following a death.  We have viewing planned for those loved ones not in state at the time Morgan was taken from us, immediately following she will have a memorial.  Numerous items on the few electronic devices confiscated as a part of her investigation are now needed for her memorial.  Detective Megan steps forward to insure that those things will be returned as soon as possible.  And she delivers, our son by marriage works for two days without interruption to deliver the memorial in pictures and music.  It is a moving remembrance of our beautiful daughter, and it is fitting for her departure under the most questionable of circumstances.

Evidence that she was murdered only a small group knows about, the details grow as the all important plans for a goodbye fitting of what she has done in her life is completely drafted.  I share this evolving new information with detectives as I move forward with our closure to Morgan’s – our youngest blessed addition to our lives.  They promise to follow up, but I do not focus on that, I have a departed daughter to properly say goodbye to – as if that is remotely possible!

We have tight schedules and ample help to make sure that all is done.  Criminal aspects are dispensed for the moment, but later they will become all too obvious and forever looming.

Arrivals of family are more firmly set, and times for remembrances are altered.

Morgan’s friends have been leaving emotional posts on her Facebook since Friday when they heard she was gone – everyone is in shock and in pain.  Here is one post that I had to share from one of the “skaters” that was part of a group she would photograph whenever she had spare time – he attached one of the pictures she had taken on one of those magical days.  They called her the Skate Fairy and after her death they built a sculpture as a tribute to her.

Following up further on the death of the Jensen boys – mens rea is a term that has been brought up often since the murder of Morgan.  It is a simple Latin term and reflects the intent of an act.  So many meetings about Morgan have come to focus on the true intent of the perpetrators at the time.  One thing is for certain, the question or intent is for a jury to decide, under direction of the judge.  When I read about how Dr. Kurtzman (Morgan’s pathologist) is  deciding this issue on his own, my skin crawls.  It is not his place, not his purview.  Tell us exactly what happened medically, and let the investigators and the court system make the next decision – that’s what they are for…not the forensic pathologist.  This was a fear we had that Dr. Kurtzman would, in the future do the same thing he did in Morgan’s case, decide a manner of death (even under suspicious circumstances) as natural, or accidental, which would keep law enforcement from having to investigate and in the case of the Jenson boys even the DA says in 20 years he has never come upon a case where he is finding a crime, but the pathologist (Kurtzman) is calling accidental – so what is the DA to do?  Go against the pathologist?  Finding what killed the boys is the pathologist’s job – investigating what the intent might or might not have been is the job of law enforcement.  Not as in Morgan’s case where all decisions were made in advance by Kurtzman, regardless of the ability to correctly make such decisions, as new information and evidence was being presented.  Intent should never be the decision of the Coroner/Forensic Pathologist, facts about how the death occurred is their only job, which would allow law enforcement to properly investigate what the intent was.  Kurtzman could have put the manner of death (not the cause, but the manner) as Undetermined so an investigation could have been launched, but that did not happen.

In this case there are options left.  Kurtzman is being named in reports as the Coroner, which he is definitely not.  If he is acting as a deputy coroner, hopefully he is legally, as it was not in Morgan’s case.  That would leave the real Coroner of Mesa County to override Kurtzman’s findings, he clearly overstepped his bounds.  We will see what actually happens.  I pray that they will not be launched into the bizarre orbit that we were.  And allowed a proper investigation, and closure.

Morgan’s specialists this past year have indicated and identified so many errors in her investigation.  So many conclusions drawn that simply can not be.  If it takes a court case to establish the truth, Steve and I will not shy away for an instant.  We will also question why we had to expend so much for the simple truth.  A diagram of Morgan’s death is emerging.  All based on facts that are so far well established in the medical community.  Experts from around the country will be required to fully establish this simple truth.  And to that I am so grateful, we have the required brainpower for Morgan’s truth to fully emerge.  But I also ask why this could not have taken place as part of the investigation? As the ethics require.  No parents should have to investigate, and grieve for their child at the same time…it is inhuman, it is painful.  Where has the humanity in this world gone?

I guess that answer is yet to come.

December 3, 2011 – Day 2 of Morgan’s Investigation – Family and friends arriving

The Jet trails arriving in Colorado

The Jet trails arriving in Colorado

I woke up and remember lying in bed, lying and praying. I could not convince myself to get out of bed, but I was giving it my best try.  Family and friends had arrived yesterday and more would surround us today.

It had snowed last night and it was completely quiet and white outside.  Steve had been given a task by detective Glassmire before he left yesterday, and he was already up and working at it.  I listened to him type and sob, and type and sob. Then I would sob, and tell him to stop it.  Then he would sob and apologize for it.  I wondered if this is what our life has become, either way I was having great problems accepting it.

Steve reminded me that Morgan’s Godfather was coming in this morning and we would be off to the airport soon to meet him.  He wanted to finish the request from detective Glassmire first.

Like many other seemingly simple questions at the beginning became.  This “simple request” would become greatly problematic.  The Deputy Coroner wanted from Steve an email as to any medical type things that Morgan had that they should “look for at autopsy”, it was “anything no matter how minor”.  He didn’t have to do it until Monday, but he wanted to just get it off as soon as he could.

In reality Morgan’s autopsy has already been completed and they are asking an artist for any medical opinions as to his daughters medical conditions which is, of course ridiculous, but it is what they do with the email.  Steve sends them what is the most unbelievable thing.  My advice to anyone in this situation, direct the Coroner to your doctor and stay away.  But not knowing any of this Steve types a short, one page email about things he worried about in Morgan’s life.  I was trusting Steve with this email, like I was trusting the doctor who had our daughters body in his care.

 

Colorado FlowersI was up and certain that if I pushed forward hard enough I would get through this.  I wandered out from the room and arrivals from last night had the house in complete control.  I had coffee and cried, because as bustling as the house was it was just a little too quiet.  Flowers and cards lined the bar top and for a moment I wanted to gather them all up and deposit them in the garage.  Instead I began to read them,  Even on the first day there were so many squarely behind Morgan and us, and they promised to be forever.

Steve came out and said he was done, leaving for the airport shortly and wanted me to go with him.  I was voted down and stayed home while Steve went with our older daughter.  It was a different world that day, hard to really explain to anyone just what it was like.  So many thoughts, questions, unknowns, it would be days before my compass got even close to the right direction for me.  Our sister-in-law and our oldest daughter were answering the front door and receiving such wonderful gifts of food from our neighbors – they were all so sad and wanted to help.

As more and more arrived it seemed at first like old times, the stories, the wonder, and the memories.  But then it wasn’t old times at all, it was new times, the horribly sad new times where family and old friends share death.

Morgan’s stalker was hardly mentioned at all when he should have been talked about copiously.  He was still lurking in the shadows of this which he had wrought, and even though we knew his name well – it was not mentioned at all.  Morgan was all that was on every mind there and she was the driving force for the unabated outpouring of love and wishes, and I think that is really how it should have been right then.  There would be plenty of time for the stalker later, after all, it was still a mystery according to law enforcement.

Morgan’s bedroom door still had its piece of police crime scene tape on it and I called the detectives about it.  At first we were told if we could leave it for two weeks that would be good, but now if we needed to go in we could. That day I did not, Steve wanted me to spend a day without thinking of her room and I did.  With everything that was going on I had little time to wonder, what it would look like after an investigation, what it would feel like knowing she was gone.  The kitchen had become the center of the world and for the next day I spent as much time right there as I could.

There was so much love, so much friendship, so much hugging and remembering.  Her friends came, our friends came.  So many came to help us fill an impossible void in our life – that void is still ever so tender, but I will always remember the endless efforts to try and soften the blow amid the endless arrivals and departures of Morgan’s dear sweet friends.

A very close friend of mine bustled in after noon and dragged me to a quiet corner, her words registered, but not fully, and certainly not right away.  She had just gotten off the phone with another of her friends and drove straight to our house to tell me herself.  I thought I realized the importance, but until I told Steve I guess I had not.

This friend of hers had listened to her voice message machine from someone on our street the day before.  The message started about their business meeting needing to be cancelled for the day, and then very excitedly moved to the reason.  He said there was crime scene tape around his neighbors house, the girl living in the house was being stalked, and he had to stay because of the situation.  But he knew who they thought the stalker was, and who he really was.

Steve was wide eyed as I told him, Morgan was dead, but at least ending the stalkers unimpeded rein was a start.  Detective Rob was contacted immediately.  And for the moment we kept the recent revelation to ourselves.  There were far more important tasks for Morgan.  Her viewing, her cremation (I had to remember to ask the Detective if we should do that or not in this case), and then her memorial, that alone would consume the next few days.

Steve had turned off all surveillance of the house after Morgan’s death because, as he put it, there is no more Morgan so there will be no more stalker,  But now he had a different feeling and turned it all back on.  Our visitors all had there own theories of what had happened and how to get to the bottom of it.  So in the middle of preparations for a memorial for my little angel there was also our own version of the first 48 hours taking place.

Morgan was so very special and also so very loved, she would not be taken from us without answers.  And we were still all patiently, silently, all awaiting answers.

Further following up on Friday’s post here is another link to a story on the two young boys who died, and shared the same pathologist as Morgan did.

 More on the Jensen Boys 

There are some statements from Dr. Kurtzman that ring from Morgan’s investigation and the continual assurances that any new evidence would be taken seriously that really troubles me.  The shortcomings of Morgan’s investigation, and the Pathologist being repeated would become very troublesome.