As a parent of a murdered child I know I will never stop hurting, and I will never forget, but in my own time I have become stronger and have learned to appreciate life again.  I am so grateful for the 20 years Morgan was in my life.  I will never forget all the lessons she taught me – the greatest lesson was her love of life.  My heart now honors Morgan with every happy thought that I allow to enter my heart.

A beautiful poem written by Lisa Blen.

I was able to say your name
And look at your picture without breaking down.
To read through letters your hopes and dreams
While cleaning your room, under the mattress I found.

In my own time…  I found the strength…
To sort out your things and with your friends share
The many treasures you kept through the years.

I went to the movies without the pang of guilt
For enjoying the simple pleasures in life
Knowing you were there sitting by my side.

I was able to wake up one day,
Walk outside and feel the warm summer rays.
I was able to laugh at something funny someone said
And for a moment, I didn’t just exist, I lived instead.

The empty space you left behind will always be there
Nothing in this world will ever fill that void,
It’s just that in time I found there were things I could enjoy.

The other day I was able to see you again as you were
I watched you through home movies that before I could not bear,
And through tears and smiles
I relived all the good times that we shared.

I still see your face sometimes among the crowds
Listen to your favorite songs, and when I look up…
I see your angel wings between the clouds.

The life we once knew…  Is no more…
In our own time strength and comfort we will find.
Every day just thank the Lord
For the loved ones He sent us… However brief
Allowing us to share with them precious time.

Lisa Blen