Morgan painted this as a gift for me for Mother’s Day after her first oil painting class she took from Majid in Carbondale with her Dad – I have always had it hung by my kitchen to brighten up my day and just like the other picture I showed you of the girl kneeling by an angel – all Morgan’s paintings had a bright white focal point be it a girl or a vase or anything. I always wondered about that but then I have been told it is a clue to a spiritual center…I wonder if that’s true? Anyway I just love the colors!
Mother’s Day Oil Painting
I started reading this blog today, and have been alternately spellbound and shocked by what Morgan and your family have been through. I lost my brother 4 years ago, and have watched the pain that this has caused my parents for years now. I recognize that passing of a child is a grief like non other. Your support, courage and determination through the period of stalking that Morgan was subjected to shows that you are caring, dedicated and loving parents. That you have undertaken the massive task that is this blog, to gain justice for your daughter and to improve the rights of victims throughout the USA is incredible. THANK YOU! I can’t help but feel that your daughter would be so proud of you both.
Sending you and your family support from Australia, I hope you receive the answers you are looking for soon. And again, thank you, for being you, for fighting for justice and for helping others that are in similar situations.
Kaz
Karen – I am so sorry for the loss of your brother. Losing a child has been the deepest pain I have ever experienced. I so appreciate the support from Australia and I also pray that we get all the answers we are seeking soon, information is coming in on a daily basis but I also believe that there are so many layers to this that is will take a while. I hope that the information we are giving people will continue to help others.
I love seeing Morgan’s paintings. I too find it interesting that there is always a white focal point. Purity. Either achieved or a desire to be achieved. This painting is quite beautiful. Morgan was very talented and what a blessing she has left these gifts for you!
Thanks Annie – I feel very blessed to have all the things that remind me of Morgan and who she really was. Take care!
Came across your blog a couple days ago and have been fascinated by it, I had to read it all the way through .. It brought back a memory for me, far from ‘stalking’ as you guys experienced, but it did put your situation WAY into perspective for me. About 5 years ago, I was 25 and living with my fiancee in a one bedroom duplex in a fairly small town. The front of our little apartment faced the quiet road and the back, where the bedroom was, was against the woods. There was probably only like 6 feet from the back of our apartment to the start of the very thick woods. My fiancee worked funny hours, he would go for a couple weeks at a time going into work at like 2 or 3 AM and so those nights he would actually sleep in the living room while I slept alone in the bedroom since our schedules were so off. I had two cats, and in the bedroom my king sized bed was pushed up against the far wall, since the room was so small, and the one window in the bedroom (faced those woods) ended up actually being over the side of the bed. My cats liked to sit on the bed and then play with the blinds on that window, so I had the blinds on the window raised about a half a foot all the time so that they could not destroy the blinds. Of course I often changed in the bedroom, never really thought about the window, since all that was back there was woods. One evening I’d just put a shirt on over my head and I glimpsed something out the window .. Creepiest feeling ever. I thought it was a guy, darting out from behind the tree and I guess he ran away. I don’t think I even told my fiancee at that time, I don’t remember.. Couple evenings later though it happened again, I had just changed and I saw him clearly this time, just peering out from behind that tree, looking at me. I lowered the blinds and told my fiancee. He went out there and looked and of course the guy was gone. We called the landlord the next day (and kept the blinds shut from then on of course) and either the landlord or I called the police as well, I don’t remember who called them now, but anyway I remember the landlord and a cop came out and the two conferred and then they called me over to behind the apartment, next to the tree, and actually pointed out his footprints (it was all dirt/ mud out there leading into the woods). I was THOROUGHLY creeped out when I saw that. He’d probably been peeping more than the two times that I’d spotted him and when I thought of all the undressing, and changing and stuff I’d done in the bedroom it just made my skin crawl thinking that someone had been watching me.. Anyway, I described the guy to the landlord and the cop and the landlord said he knew who it was; ended up being a mentally ‘slow’ guy from a couple doors down that my landlord would actually get to cut the grass at the duplexes sometimes.. Landlord went over to speak with him , and whoever lived with him, and that took care of it. So again, it’s nothing compared to your story, but reading what you guys went through brought me back to that time and just the general sense of violation that I felt, and so I can somewhat imagine what poor Morgan must have gone through.. It’s something we take so totally for granted, it really is.. I mean, just in my instance, it NEVER in a million years would have crossed my mind to not have that automatic sense of peace and privacy in my own home, ya know.. Thank you for sharing this, we all need that heightened sense of awareness in a stalking situation, I have two very young daughters and bringing them up safely will be even more tough in today’s time than it was for me growing up so any time I can learn about how to be more safe, I welcome it. You are passing on invaluable information, please know that, and please keep it up ! God bless.. ~ H
H – thank you so much for sharing your story! It is such a scary thing I know. Like I said in an earlier post – I only experience the stalker hitting my window of my office at night when I was standing right next to it and it was the most shocking and frightful thing and from that night on I couldn’t believe Morgan was able to take this for this long, but then again she was a Leo and I was a Cancer so big difference I think in courageousness.
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Thanks Hollie
Wow. I came across your blog yesterday and have not been able to put my phone down for more then a few minutes. I can only discribe what youve gone through as horrifying. I’m literally reading this and thinking Ull be getting a call about making this into a movie or story some time soon as this is just like a horror movie. I’m appalled by the little help you were given by the police and after her death the plain disregard for the stalking and seriousness of the previous events. I pray you find the evil or evils that did this to your family. And know you may have people against how you are going about this but the amount of people you have been educating on stalking and awareness of the lack of rights we have ,very well may save so many like your daughter. Thank you for being strong for her then AND now, as is just as important for you to fight him now as it was then. Good luck <3
J – That warms my heart!
Toni,
That is so pretty! Morgan was very talented! Thank you so much for sharing her art with us!
Thanks Charlotte – I have always kept this picture hanging in my kitchen – knowing it greets me every morning, and brings a smile to my face.
You’re welcome Toni. You sure need something to help you smile after everything that you have been through!