Who was Morgan – really? I am not quite sure why I feel the need to write this down right now, but remember how I said you should always go with what your intuition is telling you? Well mine is telling me that even though I know who Morgan was, even though her whole family, and her friends know who Morgan was, not everyone knew her. I have tried, throughout this blog, using her text messages, and daily events that happened to her to give everyone a look into who she really was, but now my intuition is telling me to explain more.
Morgan was 19 when her stalking started. She turned twenty about 2 weeks later – she was born in August, she was a Leo – that should explain to some of you about her drive and her inner courage. She was not shy about speaking out when she thought someone was being unjustly persecuted. Morgan always stood up for her own rights as well, and enjoyed her freedom. After raising two other children, and being involved in so many other children’s lives over the years I knew that at age 20, I could not even begin to tell Morgan what to do, I could only explain to her why I would like her to do things like, text me on her way home, always let me know where she was, and who she was with, and always carry pepper spray on her – but this was only during her stalking – we never had to employ any of this before her stalking began, as some people have suggested. We actually thought we lived in a safe place, but I now know no place in this world is safe from evil. Morgan was such a sweet and loving soul that she never argued about my suggestions, she knew I was worried about her, and she did not want to cause me, or her father or anyone else any additional stress so our beautiful and kind daughter took my suggestions willingly…she was frightened too, and as other stalking victims have said to me over, and over again about how they felt while being stalked, Morgan said the same thing – she just wanted it to stop, she just wanted to believe it was over…they all do. Morgan tried to tell herself, as did I, if it was quiet for a day or two that maybe it was over…but it wasn’t.
Morgan was our youngest child, one of three. Her older sister and brother adored her. She was a twin, but I lost her twin during my pregnancy, and Morgan (our little Leo) hung in there, she was tough. When Morgan was only 11 years old she was exposed to chronic Carbon Monoxide for a year – it was horrible! She went from feeling like she had the flu to being so sick she started to lose her hair – she was pale and would shake all over. Steve and I have great insurance so we brought her to Children’s hospital, and every specialist we could think of in Colorado, but they could not figure out what was wrong with her. Morgan was so brave, and so happy when we finally found out what was causing the problem. We got her out of that house immediately, it was hard because it was the middle of winter in a ski town so there were not many places available, but she never complained – not even once, again she was very tough. She was so happy to be feeling better and to be back in school with her friends – unfortunately at that time we had no idea that the Carbon Monoxide would cause her more problems down the line…but what did Morgan do? It would have been easy for her to let it hold her back, let her fade into the background, but Morgan said she was happy about all the problems she had suffered through, because she felt that it had made her stronger and even more driven. She wrote, and did two speeches about it – she wanted to get her story out so others would know the dangers of Chronic Carbon Monoxide poisoning…not just Acute Carbon Monoxide poisoning like we sadly read about in the paper, after a whole family dies.
She was not materialistic, she loved going on “road trips” with her father and I – she always kidded us that we were a “crack-up”, as did some of her friends that we would invite along, all these trips and outings have left us amazing and happy memories that I wouldn’t change for anything. As a family we always loved having kids in the house, we sponsored hockey kids for a year, had various cousins live with us at times, enjoyed having big holiday dinners and BBQ’s. Morgan always enjoyed all the holiday craft times, egg dying, Christmas ornament making, and in her last two years became enamored with baking desserts for everyone.
Morgan had just finished her first two years of college and transferred her credits to CU Boulder so she could finish up her last two years and receive her BA. Morgan wrote the following just before she was murdered, she thought she was going to get the chance to finish up her last 2 years of college and then go on to law school. She loved Philosophy and couldn’t wait to do even more good things with her life…now we are all going to help her fight for woman’s rights, as well as the right for all humanity to be treated equally. Change will be made – we are all here to help see this through Morgan.
Morgan wrote: About to spend the next two years overdosing on Philosophy in an amazing way. Also, anyone interested in perhaps making a grassroots effort to make a difference for woman’s rights? Anyone?
Her other passion, besides learning was her pets. She loved all animals, and they always loved her. Her cat Mogwai loved sleeping in her suitcase. Whenever he heard her come home from school but not come in her room he would yell out, “,Ma, Ma” he was a total Mama’s boy.
Her horse TC love her so much – they were like brother and sister. He knew when she was killed. I went to tell him later that same day and when he saw me he reared up, threw his head from side to side and yelled out. You could see in his eyes that he already knew and was extremely upset. He would not come to me and he always comes to me. I just cried and told him how sorry I was that I didn’t protect her. No one in this world could tell me animals don’t know. I was there and saw how her horse reacted that day and I am here to tell you he has never done that in his life…he knew, and he was very angry that this had happened to someone so dear to his heart, someone he could communicate with, someone who was so caring and gentle. I also would like to tell you that horses NEVER forget.
Morgan and her puppy Wylah May – Morgan adored this little one. Morgan worked very hard on a movie in California in the beginning of that summer and spent all her hard-earned money on that puppy. Made her special food, took her down to the river, the parks, took her for play dates with other dogs…this little dog was like a baby to her. Wylah was about 5 months old when Morgan was murdered. She is now an older, wiser, and beautiful dog. She is sweet and loving and great with other dogs but very weary of certain people – even if they are far away when she is on a walk she observes people around her and actually growled at a strange-looking man just a week ago. I guess she is a hyper-vigilant dog now.
She loved her little happy ferrets – they always made us smile.
And Tessi missing Morgan coming through the front door, and while petting her always called her beautiful. Tessi and Morgan would always be together on the couch when Morgan was watching television. She seemed to like all the movies Morgan liked. Tessi misses Morgan so very much!
And of course I could go on for years writing just this one post about Morgan because there are so many wonderful things about her I could never put them in one post but I hope throughout the entire blog you will get the true “sense” of who Morgan was. She is the most beautiful, and gentle soul I have ever met, and I am truly proud to have been her mother. We will get justice and we will make changes…count on it.