Just how smart is your stalker?

lightmorganThis is far more than just a fair question, it is an assessment that has to be made because your safety will ultimately depend on knowing.  Morgan’s stalker was reputed to have problems at school, and be more of a loner than “a group player”.  These are both common traits of stalkers, even serial killers, and while they are great to know, let’s focus on just “smarts”.

Her stalker had hunting “smarts” a trophy hunter for many years.  Bow hunting deer, a Buck, 5X5 at 288 yards with one shot. Wild boar, Alligator, not a little one, 12 – 15 feet I believe.  Wall to wall in my bedroom, most other bedrooms too, I certainly would not want to tangle with that, Steve either.  This along with many other “kills”.

This hunting “smarts” portends of great concealment skills, the ability to avoid detection, while detecting the prey at the same time.  Cornering it, stalking it, tracking it, anything needed for one clean shot.

Steve knows some avid bow hunters, and they tell stories of remaining motionless for hours as the prey approaches.  Just part of the kill, being able to conceal yourself, and then to remain motionless behind a stand of bushes, or inside a stand of bushes, or even somewhere up in a tree.  Does anyone really wonder how Morgan’s stalker managed to avoid the Sheriffs so completely?  Really?  It was child’s play for a young man with his hunting smarts.

Steve and I had no idea this is what we were dealing with.  That knowledge could have been put to use to protect Morgan, but it was not.  The Sheriffs were at the house a few times to “stake out” Morgan’s stalker.  One of the few times we watched a deputy on a video camera for around a half hour.  Amazing how well the light from a cell phone pierces the night when someone is texting.  And the glow in the dark Sheriff’s logo on the back of the uniform – really is that concealment?  Sincerely I hope the goal was not to hide out in our yard, but then why else would you stand there for a half hour?  I have not found a supplemental report on the “stake out” yet so I guess I have to guess what he was doing out there.  And of course I must also wonder if it was one of the fifty times the Sheriff’s were at our house, and did not see a sign of a stalker.

Morgan’s stalker had high skills of concealment without doubt.  But that was at night.  Morgan saw him, many times, during the day.  Why do those reports seem to not be showing up anywhere?  If it was during the day does that make him not a criminal. a felon,  because that is what seems to have happened, at least so far it has.

Keenan’s boss at work gave him high praise, as an employee and a person.  Mere weeks later he was in cuffs along main street Glenwood Springs after selling a trove of treasure at a “cash for gold store”, turned out to be stolen.  During his arrest for that a trunk of drugs was found in his car, all prepackaged for sale, along with a scale, and other drug paraphernalia.  All this right after high praise from his boss at work, and even though Morgan had told her felony stalking detective that she had heard that her stalker was a drug dealer.  I have been told that his boss is an Uncle, after I included that fact in a post I was corrected that he was an Uncle by marriage.  Whichever, by marriage or not, would this give him incentive to exaggerate for his young nephew?  I also wonder if Mogan’s detective, Detective Glassmire knew all this. Actually I know he did not know about the arrest in Glenwood, because I was the one who told him months after it happened.

Using friends is smart, not just any friends either, friends that will help you out of a scrape with the law, cover for you, that is true criminal friend smarts.  Keenan managed to move in right down the street during the stalking, living with his new girlfriend, Brooke Harris.  She covered for him, wouldn’t let the Sheriffs in to talk with him.  The Deputies heard loud noises in the house, and asked about them at the front door, but Brooke said he was sleeping.  Christine Harris, Brooke’s mom spread rumors around the neighborhood to help cover up Keenan’s actions.  And Jim Harris, Brooke’s dad, admits to knowing Keenan was thought to be the stalker by the Sheriffs and let him stay at his house.  That all exhibits people smarts to me.  How to use them, get them to cover for you, etc.

More than once an investigator we have talked with has told Steve and I that a nineteen year old is not capable of all this, even part of it, there was an adult involved.  Austin Sigg, the prime suspect in the Jessica Ridgeway murder, and dismemberment is reputed to be 17 years old.  A perplexing question, are the investigators who suggest a nineteen year old is not capable of carrying out a murder with the sophistication of Morgan’s murder right or was there an adult involved too?

For Austin Sigg, this is not the only crime he is suspected of.  On May 28, 2012, a 22-year-old woman fought off a stranger who grabbed her from behind, and put a rag over her mouth. She told police the rag smelled of chemicals.  There was NO TEST conducted to see if a rag containing chemicals was placed over Morgan’s mouth on the night she was killed.  Just speaking hypothetically if a seventeen year old is allegedly capable of this wouldn’t the prime suspect in Morgan’s case, a nineteen year old, be capable?  Or would adult help be needed?  I truly wonder.

Another most important fact from the Jessica Ridgeway case is that Austin Sigg is reported to have confessed the crime to his mother, and then she reported the crime to the police – part of the solution, not part of the problem.  Has Keenan said anything to anyone, and are these individuals “clamming up”?  In the world of criminal smarts I would think that nothing would be told to anyone, although I have heard that he has bragged about the crime to others.

But then if his mother did know anything would she report it to the authorities?  She denies he ever had behavioral issues in grade school, the perfect student.  Why does nobody else in his class that I have spoken with agree with that statement?  If she won’t admit that he got into fights in grade school I doubt she is reporting anything.  Keenan plea-bargained his most recent arrest in Glenwood Springs – which, as it has been explained to me, means he admitted to some things, and others were dropped.  He was never “cleared” of anything as his mother would like the world to believe.

Cleared of all charges, never mentioned as a suspect in Sheriff’s reports, never had any problems in grade school, sound asleep – can’t be woken up for a talk with Sheriff’s Deputies.  See how this all works?  Unless you are part of the solution, you are part of the problem.  Very disturbing how easy it is to lie, mothers covering for sons, girlfriends covering for their boyfriends, mother’s of girlfriends cooking up stories, fathers of girlfriends sliping-up and admitting who the stalker was.  Yet nobody ever calls the authorities to report anything.  That is criminal smarts to surround yourself with people like that – don’t you think?

And to ignore that your stalker is smart – that is tombstone mentality – which I am embarrassed to admit that Steve and I had.  Please don’t allow yourselves to underestimate your stalker, his criminal intelligence will be inscribed in everything he does, pay attention to it.

December 1, 2011 AM – Day 122 of Morgan’s stalking – What is up?

From just after midnight the motion light on the corner of the garage (by Morgan’s windows) is almost constantly on.  Once it is triggered it stays on for one minute and then goes off unless it is triggered again.  Heat and motion in combination are the triggers.  It is re-triggered every minute and blinking off for just an instant.  Steve thinks it is malfunctioning at first when he watches the replay of the morning.  Except at 12:47 AM a deputy in his truck is patrolling, not our neighborhood, not even really our house, but specifically Morgan’s side of the house. He drives up the street and stops right between our house and our neighbor Rhonda’s house.  There he uses a searchlight to comb the side yard right outside Morgan’s window.

The truck drives on and a minute later returns from the end of the street toward Brooke Harris’ father and Brooke’s mother’s houses and returns to our house, then stops again. The searchlight is on again and it is quite clearly not aimed at the house or the ground as usual, but it is aimed higher, at the roof – why?  Steve assumes that the light has about a 20’ spread after it covers the distance from the Deputies truck to the house and the lower edge of the light is just hitting the wood trim above Morgan’s window.  From that point to the roof is about 4’ and as the roof climbs from the edge Steve assumes that the center of the light is trained about two feet above the roof.  It does not travel up or down from this elevation, but goes from side to side.  It is immediately obvious to Steve that whoever is aiming that light is looking for something on the roof, and once he points out what he is observing to me I am certain he is correct.  We roll back days watching for anything like this and find nothing similar.  What is going on this particular night that we are not privy to?

The neighborhood is quiet until 1:41 AM when another Deputies truck follows almost the same pattern with one big difference, there is no searchlight turned on this time.  Once the truck passes our driveway on the way out of our street it speeds up.

At 2:31 AM it is almost the exact pattern of the Deputy at 12:47 AM right down to the searchlight.  On replay of the tapes starting with the first deputy, and continuing until a while after this patrol, the motion light on the corner of the garage, which was being triggered constantly had now remained off.

Mark, also our next door neighbor came home at 4:21 AM, he was keeping a close eye on our house whenever he left or came home, and we were very thankful for that.  Our transformer had gone out one night in the middle of all this and was quite a cause for concern.  Mark stopped as he saw something going on just to make sure all was well – friends looking out for other friends is quite priceless at times like this.  Mark left this morning shortly after he came home.

Morning was lighting up as a neighbor left at 7:12 AM and a small flow of neighborhood cars came and went as sunlight took away the last traces of darkness.  Morgan sent a text to Calder at 8:11 AM wondering if he was in school yet.  She ran out to the car in her big fluffy pink robe to grab her ballet things from the back seat and brought them in for a load of wash I was starting.

Morgan and Nathan left at 8:56 AM and she made a deposit at the bank in Carbondale for Steve at 9:08 AM.  She texted her friend with an excuse that she would not be at ballet as she sat in line at the bank.  Steve was beginning to pack everything for the move and Morgan somehow thought it was her fault and insisted on helping him.  I told her she could not think like that and he would have lots of help packing up, but she was after all a Leo and very stubborn.  And it meant a lot to her to help Steve get the move under way.  She had walked out looking like she was ready for a job in the coal mines. but then had a great time talking with her brother at the shop.

Nathan was there to help and was catching up with his friends on Morgan’s phone at the same time.  It’s hard to believe we used to turn the big dial with our fingers on phones that were screwed to the wall growing up, but I had given up long ago trying to explain what that was like to Morgan and her friends.

At 10:36 AM I sent Detective Glassmire a text explaining that, “Calder told Morgan in the morning that he is not comfortable giving her Gracie’s number until he speaks with Gracie tomorrow.”  I made a few calls to find Gracie myself, after all Carbondale is not that big, and for some reason Detective Glassmire also jumped right into this issue of Keenan and a mystery girlfriend named Morgan.

By noon I had a call back from Gracie’s mom and told Morgan.  She was headed home for lunch with Nathan and Steve and seemed very happy to be able to send a text to her friend Calder that problem was solved and he shouldn’t worry about it another second.  They were all home at 12:18 PM and Morgan made lunch for us all.

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Today it is December 1, 2012 – That day, 12.1.2011, was just like every other in so many ways.  I found Gracie’s mom and when I called Morgan to tell her that I looked in the phone book, found her and called and spoke with Gracie’s mom and got the number for Gracie, I can still hear Morgan telling me that, ” You rock.” and I can still remember how excited Morgan was that I had gotten a hold of Gracie’s Mom.  That is how Morgan was, always, so happy and so excited over the simplest things.  This day a year ago ‘I rocked’ because I found a name in a phone book, and she spent hours helping her father, because she thought she was inconveniencing us, because we were moving, due to her stalking.  Knowing Morgan as I did makes what happened to her all the more painful.  Not that anyone should ever deserve what has been done to her, and her memory, but of all the people in the world . . .not Morgan.

November 30, 2011 (continued) Day 121 of Morgan’s Stalking (PM) – Was something planned by the stalker(s) for this evening?

As Morgan, Steve, and I are driving to Grand Junction for our annual doctor’s appointments, Morgan received a text from Lorraine at 1:48 PM wondering if she could babysit this afternoon.  Steve dropped Morgan and I off at our doctor’s office at 2:15 PM and went on to his appointment.  Once we were in the waiting area, Morgan answered Lorraine, and said she was sorry, but she was in Grand Junction for the afternoon.

I sat talking with Morgan until 2:50 PM when I then went in for my appointment.  We were there for our annual check ups and it was such a long drive (almost 2 hours) that we always combined our appointments and drove together.  Morgan had been texting her friends, and when I came out after my appt. Morgan had already gone in to see the doctor, so I waited for her to come out.  I had talked to her doctor (who was also my doctor) about the stalking before she saw Morgan, and wanted to be sure she knew about what was going on.

Morgan came out just before 4:00 PM, and I asked about her appointment.  Morgan told me she had a conversation with her doctor about the stalking and how she felt.  Her doctor had wondered if she felt like she needed sleep aids or anti-stress pills, because it sounded like a bad situation.  Morgan told me she had told her doctor that she would rather not take pills, and she was getting through it.

We both sat by the front door and waited for Steve to come back after his appointment.  Morgan texted her friend Calder, and at exactly 4:00 PM Nathan called Morgan, using Calder’s phone, with some news that upset Morgan.  Earlier that day a friend of Calder’s had met Keenan, and heard he was going to Grand Junction and wanted to go with him.  He had told her that he was going with his girlfriend Morgan, and she didn’t want anyone else to go along.  Morgan was visibly shaken, wondering if her stalker had followed us to Grand Junction. We all wondered what was going on, and I called Detective Glassmire to fill him in on this story.

Detective Glassmire wanted Calder’s friend’s number so he could check out the story.  Morgan set about trying to get the number.  Steve picked us up and had a few errands to run before we went to the mall.   Morgan was texting with friends and suddenly asked Steve if it would be OK if she had a knife to keep under her pillow – just in case.  Steve wondered if anything had happened, and we told him about the call from Nathan telling Morgan about Keenan having a girlfriend named Morgan.  Then Morgan heard that Morgan was his girlfriend for the last four years, only he was living with Brooke all summer, and many were insisting they were still together, even though they announced their breakup on Facebook in October. Something was not adding up, and Morgan did not like it at all.

At Steve’s first stop Morgan and I waited in the truck, while Steve went inside.  As part of his purchases he bought a folding knife and drew a happy face on the box and gave it too Morgan when he came back to the truck.  I watched her open the box and smile.  She told her Daddy how he was the best, he told her to be careful with it, and we stopped to have dinner together. Here is a picture Morgan took tonight of the box the knife was in – this is the happy face Steve drew on the box…we found the box, with the knife still in it in her bed the morning we found her body…she never had a chance to take it out of the box in time to protect herself…

At 5:01 PM Morgan texted Calder that Detective Glassmire wanted to talk with his friend, and could he get her the number.

Back at the house at 6:12 PM a car came up our street and turned into Elliott’s driveway.

After dinner we decided to skip the mall, and Christmas shopping, because everyone was so tired, so we headed home instead.

Morgan wrote an answer to her friend on Facebook, “I love life.”

We did not know the following until a year later in 2012 – At  6:40 PM on Facebook, Hannah Hurlocker (Brooke’s friend who is staying at her house now) posts on her wall.  Brooke “I CAN”T STOP THINKING…I JUST CAN”T DO IT”

I sent Detective Glassmire a text to tell him we have not gotten the phone number yet, but there is another person you can talk to that knows all of the parties involved.  He does not call.

We arrived home from Grand Junction at 7:49 PM, unload all of our stuff from the day and at 8:06 PM Steve walks Morgan and Wylah out to the car, and they leave.  Morgan visits, texts, and calls her friends.

We did not know the following until 2012 – At 11:39 PM Brooke answers Hannah on facebook – “me either girl”

And at 11:49 PM Nathan and Morgan drive up.  She has a beautiful new French manicure to show me.  Nathan walks around to her window and checks that side of the house, then grabs his backpack from inside the car and goes inside.  We had a large U shape couch in front of the TV.  Nathan was going to go to sleep on the couch in the office, but instead they watch a movie out on the couch.

Here are the “suspects” hours on the 30th – he was free this evening to stalk…his job was less than a 5 minute drive from our house and he was not working this evening…many years later he still tells people he was always working and on camera when any incidents of stalking occurred…just one of his many lies.

Today it is November 30, 2012 – After Morgan’s death I spoke with her doctor at length about that day and anything she might have said during her appointment that would be helpful.  Her doctor remembered the visit well.  She thought Morgan was “very positive” and “upbeat” and shared with her that the detectives thought they were close to an arrest of her stalker and she was very excited about that.  Morgan did tell her that it was stressful and she did feel tired more often now because of the stalking.  Her doctor agreed with her self assessment and found her to be in excellent health.  I asked the forensic pathologist if he wanted to speak with one of her doctors that had seen her last and just a day and a half before her death.  He said yes, but then never called her.  Morgan’s doctor called him herself, long after the first Postmortem Examination Report was released. They did not agree on a lot of things, but that is how it has been. Morgan’s doctor wrote us a letter explaining that Morgan’s examination was completely normal and they also had a talk and Morgan showed no sign of suicidal ideation. No doctor we have ever spoken with has agreed with the pathologist, Dr. Kurtzman’s conclusions, no other Medical Examiner, and no other Forensic Pathologist – no one, except the sheriffs.

But there is much more to tell about the next two days of Morgan’s life and her death that will shed light on that.   I admit it has been much harder than I imagined it would be to write these last few days, and I have had to walk away many times.

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Tessi tired after a long trip to GJ and Wylah as if to say, “It’s OK big girl”

November 30, 2011 – Day 121 of Morgan’s stalking – Tuesday night turns into a busy Wednesday early morning, after midnight


 Morgan is alone tonight – her friend does not sleep over. Steve & I are there, but we are in our room on the other end of the house. Morgan’s phone is busy just past midnight this morning. Not the first time in her life, she is a twenty-year-old, young woman, but this is out of character considering the past few months.  At 2 seconds past 12 a person she does not know texts her, it turns out to be quite innocent.  Her friend Nathan, who is just back from Australia, does not have a phone yet, and asked Morgan if he could give another friend her number until he got his own phone, and this friend might be texting, it was just that neither Nathan nor Morgan thought it would be at midnight!

Morgan calls him back and tries to put him in touch with Nathan, but gives up and goes back to sleep.  Another friend of Morgan’s texts at 12:14 AM and teases her about not lending him her sweater earlier.  Morgan answers him and he keeps going on with his texting, but she stops conversing and goes back to sleep.  Unfortunately the stalker must have been outside, and because it seemed he had seen her light on and heard conversation he is now angry.  Morgan thinks this because there is very loud banging at random intervals.  Once it starts up Morgan covers her head with a pillow, and hopes he stops.

As we will find out next year, at 12:25 AM status updates are happening on facebook accounts.  Hannah Hurlocker (?’s friend) happens to be staying with ? just up the street and her wall updates with “ugh I already called you and told you member?”  a minute later Stephen says, “Oh yeah my bad sorry”  Hannah answers, “its osay”  Stephen expands on his answer “Oh yeah my bad sorry But u didn’t tell me what was going on u just asked me to Drop everything and come get you that’s it”  at 12:27 AM Hannah tells him, “enough said”

Also at 12:27 Morgan’s phone rings she answers and hangs up from under her pillow.  It was yet another friend “drunk dialing” her.  He will call to apologize later in the day.

Morgan gives up on sleep, and she gives up on her stalker outside giving up for the night – she knows he won’t stop, so in a very strange move for Morgan, she gathers up clothes and comes into our bathroom with her puppy to dress.  I hear her and come in to see what is wrong.  Morgan can’t explain it, but feels like something is really wrong.  Her crazy stalker has been banging some wretched beat on her window and she is afraid he will be at it all night, so she slipped out of the room and came into our bathroom to change.  And now she wants to go to her friend’s grandmother’s house for the rest of the night.  She has had a standing invitation, and has only used it a few times, but Morgan knows she is home and her couch is not only warm and safe, but most importantly quiet.  A place to dream happy dreams.

For some reason I think she is making the right choice and I tell her I think it is a good idea.  I walk out onto the porch and watch her and her puppy drive off at 12:47 AM.  I wake up Steve and tell him what has happened – he wants to get up and make sure she makes it OK.  I tell him I have been watching cars in driveways for the last five minutes and nothing has moved, and she promised to text me as soon as she is safely locked up in her friend’s grandmother’s house.

It’s 12:52 AM when I call dispatch.  I tell them what has happened.  She has done this a few times when the stalker is being extra persistent, so this might be a good night to nab him, but before I can explain all that, dispatch tells me the officers just left the neighborhood one hour before because they were investigating our next door neighbor Ken’s house where a robbery occurred early in the evening, but they will come back.  Might not even be an hour.

You would think with a sheriff’s presence constantly coming and going from our house that nobody in the right mind would be breaking in to our neighbor’s house – but I don’t think we have been dealing with people that are in their right mind.

The next morning Steve is watching the cameras and can see the deputy walk up to Morgan’s window, get down on his knees and inspect something on the ground.  He wonders what he found and wants me to make a note to ask Detective Rob next time I talk with him.  Steve also see’s him on the other side of the house and comments to me that he never even went in the backyard!

At 8:00 AM another of Morgan’s friends had a text message conversation with her about Bluegrass, he can’t believe she won’t go to a performance with him and tattoos, which he believes you have to have before you can express certain opinions.  It is all good natured and fun loving.

Steve meets his crew in the driveway at 8:55 AM and lines out the day for them.  He invites them in the house for coffee, and tells them about the night before.  They are incensed and just want to go take care of this.  Steve tells them that we heard from the detective that it will be over soon.  None too soon for our liking.

Morgan comes home at 10:07 AM and looks well rested. Steve leaves at 10:10 AM in his truck to run an errand. 10:27 AM her “drunk dial” friend from this morning texts to tell Morgan he is sorry.  Morgan does not answer him, and works on her room before we all leave to go to our doctor’s appointments this afternoon in Grand Junction.

There was a mini van that pulled up the driveway at 10:55 AM and a man came to the front door with a sheet of paper looking for someone in the neighborhood that I had never heard of before.  He seemed to expect that and left, not circling the neighborhood or asking anyone else, just left…strange.

Right after he left Morgan got a text she found uproariously funny.  She is getting very frustrated trying to get her point across to her long ago ex-boyfriend, that she does not want to date him again, she just wants to be friends.  She changed her facebook profile as a joke to say she was in a relationship with a girlfriend of hers at school.  Her girlfriend had just been approached by an instructor who thought it was about time.  It was so funny to Morgan that she was going to leave it for a few more days before changing it back.

Steve loaded the truck with the dogs and our stuff and at 12:19 PM and Morgan was now in one of her all time favorite places, crashed out in the back seat of the truck, and off on a road trip.  A short one, but a road trip all the same. Below you can see a Facebook Post she responded to today.

Today is November 26, 2012 – That day last year seemed so normal.  I mean as normal as having a stalker that hasn’t been caught yet can be.  I have to admit the day this past September when our Garfield County Sheriff went on TV and announced he would NEVER reopen this investigation I was devastated.  And I believed then that Morgan, who had been nothing but a kind giving soul her entire life, was being so unfairly treated.  I am not alone, in private emails, from others in law enforcement, it is a constant question – how could he have said that?  I have replayed the clip many times and there can be no doubt as to what was said and since repeated.  How in the world can you say that?  What if you were presented with an airtight case, with all kinds of evidence to show there was murder…would you still have to say NEVER?

But if he is the Sheriff and he is entitled to make that call – then he has made it.  This just compels us to go up higher to a different law enforcement agency to open this case – we won’t give up,

Now for other victims of stalking, and others who may become victims there is this other unbelievable interpretation.  We were out to your house X times and never saw a stalker, so there isn’t one?  Are you kidding?  Do you think a stalker is just going to sit and wait for you to get there and see him?  I kind of doubt it.  And what about footprints, pictures, videos, eye witness accounts…do they not count for anything?

November 30, 2011 is a perfect example of how that just can not fly.  Morgan gave up on sleeping in her own bed during the early moments of that day.  Terrorized from her room.  The same Sheriff’s department that now claims there was never a stalker, dispatched an Officer that had left an hour ago, and returned 34 minutes later.  Morgan was gone for 39 minutes.  By now we know the stalker most likely was on the roof 45 minutes ago, but where do you think he is now? Honestly?  The deputy searched the ground for five minutes on Morgan’s side of the house, then the other side of he house, never circled the house – if the stalker had wanted to sit on out back porch, the Officer would never have seen him.  No problem, won’t even have to duck.  The Officer then sat in his truck for six minutes before leaving.  End of story – no stalker.

Make no mistake, I am not blaming that officer at all.  I am pointing out how this is not working.  How this is the plan they have to stop the stalker, and it is not working.  Over 3,500,000 views of Morgan’s Stalking have taken place.  One person – one page – one view.  Do any of those 3.5 million views think that today’s performance almost nabbed the perp, stopped the stalker – I don’t.  Lots of times now, I cry for Morgan, Steve too.  But we have both talked about this so many times, and we cry just as much for other victims of stalking that will call this same Sheriffs department and will get exactly the same as Morgan got – and we wonder, Steve and I, how can anyone involved in Morgan’s stalking not sit back and wonder – is this the best we can do?

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November 18, 2011 – Day 109 of Morgan’s Stalking – Who Was Morgan?

Morgan gets up and makes a juice drink to bring on her way to her ballet class.  She stretches while she’s standing in the kitchen, and says good morning to us.  The bar top is treated like a ballet bar and she is concentrating on her posture and movement, as Steve and I pour coffee.

Morgan would sometimes lecture us about drinking coffee, and sometimes not say anything.  What it was this particular morning I can’t be sure.  Health was very important to her and she was always sharing something she had learned with us.  It was that time when your children are soaking up knowledge faster than you are, and you have to adjust to receiving good information with grace.

I don’t really know if it was that as parents we had already been through this twice before Morgan, with our older two children, but Morgan was not only different, she was easier.  Steve and I would always talk about her advice to us, and how we should really listen to her.

Later that day Morgan was talking to her friend between classes.  Her friend Nicole asks her, ”Is the yarn you’re using for the mitts pastel or bright colors?” Morgan tells her, “Pastel.”  Her friend Nicole answers, “Okay! Thanks!”  Morgan sends her back a heart, “<3” and Nicole asks Morgan, “Who is your favorite Disney princess?” Morgan answers, “ Ariel? Yes! Mermaid!”  Nicole ends with, “ Okay! Good to know!”

She came home from classes and rested in her room.  She did that often.  She would sit in front of her mirror and sing while she fussed with her hair.  Most days she would come out and sing while playing her keyboard.  She didn’t have a wide repertoire, just a few favorites that she worked on perfecting.

Morgan had a few favorite series she liked to watch on TV, and over the years had collected every season she could and would watch them over and over.  Buffy was a favorite, then the Gilmore Girls, and Smallville.  Between the three she was endlessly entertained.

Washing her clothes was an ongoing task.  Morgan would wash, dry and fold and then sometimes her cat would knock them over, and the task would be repeated – never seeming to bother her.

At 6:20 pm, Steve texted her, “We’re taking Joni (her little niece) to the diner, would love to have you join us.”  And a minute later she answered me that she might not make it.  That she was kinda caught up with friends.  Steve texted her again at 6:52 pm that we were finishing, and did she want anything?  Morgan said no, and we brought Joni home.

At 9:00 pm we told Morgan that we were home.  She had made arrangements to sleep at Calder’s house, which would mean the couch, and I told her OK sweet dreams.

Her life was simple and we always knew what to expect.  Steve and I could count on her to do what was needed.  Her room wasn’t the neatest, but it was never all that bad.  She was the last child living in the house with us and we enjoyed having her.

Her stalker(s) had taken so much from her.  It was not fair, and we balanced justice for Morgan with the rights of all.  We saw suspicious things and reported them as we were asked.  But I can honestly say we never faced anyone down, or accused, of blamed.  The deputies had their theories, and we would more likely ask them if they were really sure, we did not want to accuse hastily, or rush to judgment.  We wanted the truth.

I never demanded answers from anyone, but we should have.  In two weeks time Morgan will be dead.  When your daughter is twenty, and healthy it does not even enter into the realm of possibility.  Morgan was worried about taking care of Steve, and I as we grew old.  She joked about what it was going to be like for her.  What the responsibility would be for her.  Not in a pained way, but in a happy way.  The same way that Morgan took most everything that was thrown her way.  I would always tell her to knock it off – no one was going to need to take care of us…ever!  The stalker she could have done without – that, she would not be shy in professing.

Today is November 1, 2012 – it was a busy day for me.  Steve and I met with a great investigator for three hours.  Everyone brings a new perspective to this case.  New advice, a new approach, another idea we had never thought of.

Morgan has left us with so many memories that we are learning to cherish with open arms, far more than we ever thought would be possible a year ago.  Steve and I look forward to the day that the things we have learned through Morgan will be more helpful and sharing, with more solutions for others than the solving of Morgan’s case that we visit so often now.  I know that Morgan would not care so much that we work to solve this mystery any more than we have.  But for the time being Steve and I agree that it is what we must do, and so we shall.  There are those that will not welcome our attempts to solve it.  They will want to stop it, or they will not even want to hear that it is really not us forwarding the solutions, but others far better than Steve or I will ever be will solve this crime.

So it begs to be said that two weeks before the end, a day is coming when most all the evidence that these brilliant minds have put forth, as their best opinion of what really happened to Morgan, is out for all to see.  How different it is from what we thought a year ago, and more importantly why would anyone else really have an issue with the truth about what happened to Morgan being known – because I can only think of one reason – can you?

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