More heroes in the fight for justice for Morgan against her stalking and murder want humanity brought back in to this world

Weeks ago I thanked supporters of this blog.  Those who have helped us so much with the emotional toll that is faced by anyone in our position, as parents of a child that was violently stalked, and murdered.

But there are so many others who have delved deeply into the medical and investigative mysteries presented by Morgan’s case.  It is not easy on any level for me to learn what they have discovered.  Morgan was not only my little angel, she was the little angel of our family.  She was a person who helped, shared and nurtured so many things in this world that needed a little extra help.  Throughout the grieving of her passing all of us have had an especially hard time with discoveries of just how Morgan was treated after all of the caring that she gave so freely to others.

I have read a story recently about the victims of the Batman theater massacre in Aurora, CO, and how all their information must now be redacted from court documents because these victims, and their loved ones, who without doubt have suffered mightily since that night, and the many days that followed the shooting, and are now apparently being senselessly harassed and attacked on the Internet.  I wonder how anyone could find a justification for doing this?  Why would you attack the victims of a crime?

In Morgan’s case there have also been those who have chosen to harass and verbally attack Morgan, Steve, I, her extended family, and other supporters, victims who’s only wish is to have an investigation of her case.    But after reading about how it is happening in the Batman shootings, which is just entering its infancy in court, I wonder much more about those who would do the same to Morgan.  What really is their true motivation for this?

Do they support the rights of stalkers?  Do they simply question the truth?  Are they so blindly devoted to the perpetrator of this crime that they never question what others are saying?  While I agree there are most certainly two sides to every story, there is also obvious facts that will not change.  A house painted bright red will, after all, always be a house painted bright red, and arguing that fact seems a bit disingenuous.

The reality in Morgan’s case is that many of the real facts of her case remain known to only a very few.  So how is it, you might wonder, that so many can purport to have complete knowledge, and the true story of what happened, when they simply can not?  I think there are very few reasons to engage is such behavior.  And before I get a flood of demands to “give out all the evidence or I will have or face the consequences”, once again, I will not.  These are decisions for others to make, not me alone, and in a court of law, because it shall be there, so very sadly, that the end of Morgan’s life here with us will be played out.

Morgan was the victim in this saga, Steve and I were also victims, along with so many others, siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, Grandparents, Godparents, Aunts, Uncles, and friends, who all knew and loved sharing her presence, but now must make do with only the memories.  For me personally, the need to prevent this from happening to others is very strong.  The need to raise awareness of the true dangers of stalking is very strong.  And the need for changes that will see that this is all taken so much more seriously by those that were empowered to prevent it from the beginning, is very strong.

There is a very poignant story to tell about the life of our daughter Morgan, that will be shared on the day her Foundation officially launches, which I hope will be soon.  Until then, thank all of you who have helped with trying to bring true closure to Morgan’s stalking and her most untimely death.

Your dedication here helps all victims of stalking so much, because as I am discovering now more than ever,  so many victims either feel that or actually are – not believed – until it is too late in some cases.  And for victims to be believed is the first step to ending this horrible crime against them.

MJ.roar

MORGAN WOULD WISH FOR THE VOICES OF ALL
THE VICTIMS TO BE HEARD !!!

12/27/2011 – Day 26 of Morgan’s investigation – which direction to choose?

We are so lucky to have our family, and friends around us still…Steve and I wake up on this day still in shock, still in pain, but we realize something – we have only two choices now; either accept that we can’t bring Morgan back, and do whatever it takes to find out what happened to her, or curl up in a ball, and give up on life completely.

Well I guess you all know by now what we chose to do.  It was not easy to do, and do not think it was without pain, because every step of the way has been extremely painful.  But our hearts were telling us this was the right thing to do, so we pushed forward, and cried everyday, and saw our grief therapist once a week.

And the rewards have come often, and offered great comfort to us.  Our counselor has been one of the big unsung heroes in our lives.  She kept us strong, she kept us on the right track, and most of all she kept us together, because the odds are against parents staying together after a horrifying, and indescribable ordeal like this are pretty slim.  She knew we needed each other to follow this path to it’s end, just one of us alone couldn’t do it, when one of us falters, the other needs to step quickly in to help pull them the other up, until continual motion is achieved.  While it may sound easy, trust me it has not been.  To her we will always be in debt – she is an angel – guiding us as angels do.

Back on this Tuesday, 12.27.2011 my notes show me that we had rental houses to go see…I couldn’t stand the thought of being in this house even for another day, as I kept thinking, praying, hoping, that Morgan would come in the front door with a big smile and say to Tessi, “you are beautiful” just like she always did.  But this was never to be.  Tessi (our Newfoundland) was still just lying on the floor, grieving, not wanting food, or any interaction.  Morgan’s puppy Wylah would start to cough, and act like she was having an asthma attack, every time we spoke of Morgan…later on our veterinarian told us that was her way of grieving…pets are like people – they all grieve differently.  And then there was Morgan’s cat Mogwai – he was really a Momma’s boy, and he seemed to know early on that his Momma was not coming back.  We worried the most about him.  From the day Morgan was no longer with us we never heard him call out to her like he always did, “Momma, Momma” and to this very day he never calls “Momma”.  At one point on January 2nd he looked like he had given up on life, and we needed some divine intervention, I could not take the pain of loosing one of Morgan’s precious pets, after loosing her – and then quite a completely unexpected, and amazing thing happened, but that story is still to come.

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2/26/2012 – Day 25 of Morgan’s investigation – a quiet day of tears and thoughts

Morgan on a trip to Santa Fe

Morgan on a trip to Santa Fe

 

Today is February 15, 2013 – This has been another of those weeks of heavy recollection for me.  Looking back has brought me to so many places, and I now feel strong enough to try to share some of them with you.

A year ago today I didn’t really even know what had happened to Morgan.  She had been stalked, and terrorized, had her privacy invaded, and violated in every way imaginable – and then – she had died, a perfectly healthy 20 year old woman, The daughter that Steve and I had nurtured through everything her life had thrown into her path, was no longer free to walk the earth.

A doctor I never met had decreed it was natural causes – from a disease she never had, and with a medication she did not take filling her body, but in his opinion a dose that was insignificant.  It was a detached from the world kind of feeling I had, as my life is dependent on a very reality based existence, and this was not acceptable on any level.

Still a year ago, in a few weeks, I would meet with a doctor of Morgan’s.  The woman who had helped Morgan put her life back together many years ago, a time when, “long term exposure to low levels of carbon monoxide,” were just words that most people were not aware of, and Carbon Monoxide detectors were something you could buy at a few stores, but were largely unknown and required by no one.

Today they are a requirement for every new construction in our state, every new home comes with many detectors, the dangers are now known.  Criminal charges have been filed against contractors who were accused of cutting corners, and building inspectors who stood accused of failing to catch the code violations right here in Aspen, all for a family on vacation that had died of Carbon Monoxide poisoning.

Morgan was fortunate on that front, she was not killed by carbon monoxide, but she was severely harmed none-the-less.  And alas, back then, in her wonderful Morgie way, she quietly went about rebuilding her life with the help of this fabulous doctor who gave her all to all her patients.

Steve will always remember that day, way back when he brought Morgan on a trip to a store to purchase Carbon Monoxide detectors.  And how his young daughter had stood in the aisle as he pulled two from the shelf, and she read aloud the label in complete surprise.  “Carbon Monoxide, the silent killer!!!”, “Oh daddy, is that what I have?”  He assured her that it was all gone now (the Carbon Monoxide), now that we had moved out of that townhouse, and this was just to be sure she was never exposed to it again where we now lived, but he will never forget just how shaken she was, and how thankful he was that we had caught it in time.  If only we could have done the same with her stalker!

But as we met with her doctor again, for a completely different reason that afternoon, months after Morgan had died, we had no idea what to expect.  If this mystery, which had killed Morgan were something that could now be lurking in our precious grandchildren we had to know.  Only that was not to be the case at all.  Morgan’s death was not from natural causes she told us, it was, without a doubt, homicide.  And we believed her without doubt ourselves back then, she had an unbreakable history with us all, with me, with Steve, and with Morgan.  And time has proven her to be oh so right again.  We have not found a single doctor since then who does not agree 100%.

Except for the original pathologist of course, the sub contractor for Garfield County, the same pathologist who claims to know what the woman’s intentions were in the very recent, and equally tragic Jensen boy’s death in Mesa County.  The same pathologist who, 9 months after Morgan’s death, decided he better retest some of her stuff and then claim to know pills she took every day, how many pills she took on the night she died, and why she took them.  All completely dispelled once again by every other doctor.  Just a moment for him to jot down an egregious error, ignore all facts presented before him, and then years of heart wrenching despair for us to correct.  It will never make sense, or seem remotely fair to me.

But that little rant pales in comparison to the sacrifice Morgan was forced to make.  Let it not be in vain, Steve and I always remind ourselves.  And do it with love we are always reminded by those tirelessly helping us to stay strong.

Losing a child sets an arduous course.  You must rise above your grief to do that which must be done to have a chance of maintaining their honor.  You must find a way to carry on with all your responsibilities as if life had never hurled this unfathomable horror right into your heart.  And you must find time for a life, all at the same time…it is not easy to do to say the least.

Knowing she was killed lead us right to the next hurdle.  Someone was in her room that night.  It could not happen any other way.  And while that sounds harsh enough on its own, to believe and accept it is quite another thing.  It was a long time before Steve and I fully accepted it.  That the truth being clung to across the thick blue line that exists, instead of protecting the people of GarCo so far only separates them from the citizens of this County,  a complete impossibility has not made it any easier, but we are learning to live with that.  It is without a doubt a big reason we have found it so important to line up more, and more experts to tell us what the facts tell them – in capitol letters.

Our daughter Morgan was killed, and someone was in her room that night, perhaps that is as much as I personally can stand to let out for one day.  So  allow me to close unexpectedly, without telling all I had wished to, but with this one thought that helped me make it through the last year:

Beyond a reasonable doubt, is a high hurdle to attain from the point

 which we have been forced to start – however; the statue of limitations to file

 on a charge of murder – forever – is a long, long time.  Where those two theories of law

shall meet is all that remains to been seen.

Some exciting news to share…help for victims of stalking

One of the woman that posts on our Facebook site for Morgan Ingram’s Stalking just let us know about this exciting news and I wanted to share it with all of you.

Catherine wrote: “Great news! Look at this in the VAWA. “The act provides grants to state and local authorities for legal assistance, transitional housing, law enforcement training, stalker databases and domestic violence hotlines. The Senate bill extends the act for five years and provides $659 million for VAWA programs, down 17 percent from the last reauthorization in 2005.” Wow! Stalker databases! The people in power know there is a problem! Yahoo! This is progress!”

Please click on this link and read Article – this is change in the making: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/12/vawa-vote_n_2669720.html

December 25, 2011 – Day 24 of Morgan’s investigation – Christmas Day and messages with so much love

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Well we woke up Christmas morning and Morgan’s older sister, and her husband had bags of presents full of doggie and kitty toys for Morgan’s two little ones, Wylah May and Mogwai.  They seemed to be so happy playing with all their new little toys while running around the Christmas tree.  I was worried they were going to knock it down – but it remained standing.  We all made breakfast, and then Morgan’s older brother and his family came over – throughout the day and into the night we had so many relatives and friends stopping by to talk, hug, cry and laugh.  We watched the dogs, cat, and our grandchildren all run and play so it was hard not to smile.  We all missed Morgan so very much, but at the same time we could all feel her presence among us, and I felt happiness again.

Just before Christmas dinner, and with everyone there around us I was finally strong enough to read the little notes some of her cousins, Aunts and Uncles had written to Morgan on little pieces of paper, and tucked them into the miniature paper baskets, that were made out of construction paper, that hung on the tree.  This is what they said:

You inspired me to live my life fully and completely – I’ll miss you & think of you, and carry you with me for the rest of my life – Cousin C.

I remember Morgan at her older sister’s wedding.  The bridesmaids were running around doing all the last minute things you do to yourself to look perfect, but not Morgan, she walked out with her wings and looked so beautiful and so serene.  I was amazed at her composure.  Aunt C.

Morgan, what a beautiful, talented, loving, intelligent young woman you are.  I know you’re an angel now looking after your mom and dad.  You are not gone, your spirit is still here to guide us, and encourage us to love one another.  Love – your Aunt E.

Here is my heart message for Morgan and her family.  I, and hundreds of others who had the fortune to be a part of her life will take each breath deeper, laugh harder, and love with all our hearts.  Cousin E.

I wish I had known you better…it’s so obvious that you are a wonderful lady.  We will miss you and you will always live in our hearts.  Cousin J.

I thank Morgan for the gift of her photos.  She has captured the world through her eyes for us to always enjoy.  How did she know to do this?  I wish I could ask her, but somehow I know she will tell me anyway.  Uncle C.

Life – it doesn’t end with passing time, we will be together again in the end.  Aunt Toni & Uncle Steve I wish you didn’t have to go through this loss.  I love you.  Your angel is watching you from above and with you in your hearts.  I love you so much.  Cousin N.

Though Morgan is no longer with us she will always be a part of us as we keep her in our thoughts and memories.  Love – Cousin R.

Morgan – you will always be my call to awareness, a woman who lived her life immersed in awareness – may we bring and share your life of grace to those we meet as you have!  You shall be sorely missed.  Love – Uncle R.

Even though the pain of losing you is unbearable for those who loved you, I know every single one of us is glad to have been awakened in one way or another by your inspiring personality.  Cousin H.

This is a wonderful season of love and hope as we celebrate the light of the world, and the light and life of Morgan.  Her love shines like a star – glowing forever.  Aunt A.

We share an emptiness in the heart while Morgan is not with us, until we meet with her again.  Love – Uncle R (she had two uncle R’s)

I remember first meeting Morgan, it was on a trip to Steve and Toni’s Snowmass house.  Ray, Ryan, Sean, and Scott were having a Super Soaker battle around the house.  Kristin and very young Morgan were in a small pool on the deck.  They were mostly innocent bystanders in that watery warfare.  I remember there were lots of laughs and giggles about the whole thing – I was most impressed that the two girls were so peaceful, and busy ignoring the water fight while playing themselves.  A happy, fun memory.  Uncle S.

I always admired Morgan’s open loving nature.  We wouldn’t see her for years, yet when we did get together she would always embrace us as if we just saw her yesterday.  When you were with her you felt special.  Aunt C.

Morgan, I’m sorry we’ve been so separated.  Every time we were together you were always a ray of sunshine, so kind, so accepting.  Thank you for your example of life and love.  I love you Morgan.  Cousin J.

Although I only knew Morgan a short time, I learned that and saw and felt that she was a loving, caring, accepting, welcoming and selfless person.  She was a beautiful girl with a loving smile.  Thank you for taking time to come out and see us so I could have the blessing to get to know her better.  I love you!  I love Morgan.  I feel like she is happy & I look forward to seeing her again someday.  Love Cousin L.

I loved that Morgan embraced and love EVERYONE!  What a gift she had – that girl made every person she touched feel special.  I will never forget the first time she me my kids – she embraced them and said, “Welcome cousins” – wow!  I love her energy, she was magical.  Morgan is an inspiration to us all.  I love you sweet girl, Aunt T.