Morgan relaxing in her car, enjoying the view

Morgan was scheduled to sign up for courses to become a certified yoga instructor today, over the past few days her little friends had missed their babysitter. Instead she was being made up for a viewing for all of the family and friends that had not seen her in a while and wanted a last chance.  I didn’t like the idea – I knew it was just the body she had once inhabited and now her soul was no longer in it – but I agreed and now here we were.

Detective Rob had assured us that it was perfectly fine to have her cremated as they had gotten everything they needed already from her autopsy.  Detective Megan had made sure that all of her electronics containing pictures were returned for there use in the Memorial that we would have tomorrow.

We had the OK to go back into her room and had so far only gone in to check on her cat.  We had gone through the cameras quickly to see if there was any very obvious event to be reported immediately, but there was not.  It was just too painful to watch them, so it was very cursory at best.

Steve and I were really uncertain about how the investigation would go forward at this point.  We were confident there would be one, and it was hard to imagine remaining calm and detached for the next few weeks until the results of the autopsy were back, but so far we had.  Stopping the tears was another thing altogether – we couldn’t stop the tears, and neither could others that were with us at all times.

That night at the viewing it all changed as my sister noticed something that nobody else had so far…Morgan’s nails.  It’s strange how things happen – I didn’t want the viewing, but had agreed, and now this happened.  Morgan had a French manicure done the day before she was killed, and her nails had been perfect.  Steve talked to her the night before we found her, and was quite sure they were still perfect.  Now they we far from perfect, three nails on her right hand (and yes, Morgan was right handed) looked like the tips of her nails were either cut or torn off on an angle.  It caused a minor commotion, and looking back now I guess that is part of dealing with death, you really don’t want to look hard, but you have to.

This seemed at the time like a simple question to answer…maybe the Forensic Pathologist cut them for evidence.  Look at pictures of her nails at the house and at the morgue and this discovery could be something to follow up on or be dismissed.  Well one year, one month and a few days later we still have no answer.  The Forensic Pathologist told me over the phone that he did not cut her nails.  And I have asked many times for the pictures that will show what condition they were in at what time.  The pictures just have never been produced.  Now that we are scheduling a complete review of her death we will have to have them, and at least that question can be put to rest.

Someone brought up with Detectives Rob and Megan the thought that K might show up at the memorial.  It has happened in some cases, they were aware of it, and promised to be on extra alert should that happen.  Two of our friends with concealed carry permits were also animate that they be “prepared too”.  I didn’t want to think that we needed armed guards for my daughter’s memorial service, and I avoided the thought completely.  If he did come by I never heard about it.

In another twist of fate, which has come to be expected in Morgan’s case, her memorial was held at the same place where K attended grade school.  Former classmates, and teachers all remembered him well.  Not for being “squeaky clean” as his “manager” at City Market told the detective, but for his behavioral issues, his violence, and bullying, and what was described as “a strange creepiness”.  It seems that even way back then K was establishing a reputation.

The ceremony was a fitting glimpse into the life of Morgan.  Steve and I were obviously far into uncharted territory, and we were doing our very best in our own way to survive this, learning things we so dearly wish we never had to.  And all these lessons we continue to learn over a year later.  We knew Morgan would be so sorely missed, just how much we hadn’t even begun to realize back then.  It would be months, many months before we realized just how much it would take to even have a hope of moving on with our lives.

By now I had decided that I could absolutely not stay in the house any longer, and moving to the one we had selected when Morgan was alive with a stalker was also out.  The front door had become my enemy, a portal through which Morgan should step through beaming her Morgan smile at any time, but never would again.  Steve and I discussed the crime scene aspect with Detective Rob and Megan, Steve was willing to keep the house for as long as was necessary, but we were going to move as soon as that could be done.  Detective Rob said if we could move tomorrow it would be fine with him, and that was reassuring.

Something of unspeakable horror had happened at the house.  Being away from that place was important, and finding out what did really happen was also very important.  Our first order of business then became finding our next stop in life.  And knowing that was the plan gave me the strength to venture into Morgan’s room with a mind toward packing it all up.  It was a very tough venture that first time, and I can’t say it ever became any easier.  Even empty, and stripped to the bare walls I could imagine her in that room dancing, singing, cleaning, decorating, rearranging, and every other little Morgan thing she did.  And the worse part was trying to not allow my mind to think of what happened to her that last night of her life.

Today is January 22, 2013, and my mantra has become truth – why can’t people tell the truth?  Why is it in such short supply these days?  I know if they don’t tell the truth it will eat at them for the rest of their lives.  I know – I remember a case a long time ago when someone was on their deathbed, and confessed to a crime that had not been solved for a long time,  he said he would not die with it on his conscience, and when he did confess the truth the others involved were both arrested.  The sad thing in that case is there were others that knew different pieces of the truth, but kept it to themselves all those years – why?  I have just finished a list of letters I must write, letters to remind people of the truth – especially for those who might have lost their way, and are just in need of a little reminder.  It does not consume me as it has in the past, but Morgan is with me every day going forward – and for that I am so grateful.

Stop. Wait for your turn to go.

Morgan has died, we do not at this time know how or why.  We avoid those thoughts and focus on those around us.  The wellsprings of Morgan’s life, her love, and her happiness.

Contact with the detectives of her case is limited to organizational, necessary endeavors.  As a part of her death investigation, actually as the only function of her death investigation, the Sheriffs, not the Coroners, the Sheriffs have “gathered evidence”, all electronic items, her computer, cell phone and ipod. It is sad that after twenty years of exuberant life Morgan is only investigated for her last weeks of communications.

The detectives have dutifully interviewed two acquaintances of Morgan on the day of her death.  Two whom Steve had warned would be the worst to interview,  One because of medical issues that best not be revealed and one that was not even in the country to have an accurate or reality based response to give,  That did not stop the detective, he questioned those two and only those two for the basis of the Coroners postmortem examination report.

That alone would set off a disagreement of fact VS fiction that will go far beyond this day. But more importantly a small portion of the misinformation of Morgan that haunts her true legacy even today, over a year later.

Our actual contact with the detective is quite cordial and focused on procedural events following a death.  We have viewing planned for those loved ones not in state at the time Morgan was taken from us, immediately following she will have a memorial.  Numerous items on the few electronic devices confiscated as a part of her investigation are now needed for her memorial.  Detective Megan steps forward to insure that those things will be returned as soon as possible.  And she delivers, our son by marriage works for two days without interruption to deliver the memorial in pictures and music.  It is a moving remembrance of our beautiful daughter, and it is fitting for her departure under the most questionable of circumstances.

Evidence that she was murdered only a small group knows about, the details grow as the all important plans for a goodbye fitting of what she has done in her life is completely drafted.  I share this evolving new information with detectives as I move forward with our closure to Morgan’s – our youngest blessed addition to our lives.  They promise to follow up, but I do not focus on that, I have a departed daughter to properly say goodbye to – as if that is remotely possible!

We have tight schedules and ample help to make sure that all is done.  Criminal aspects are dispensed for the moment, but later they will become all too obvious and forever looming.

Arrivals of family are more firmly set, and times for remembrances are altered.

Morgan’s friends have been leaving emotional posts on her Facebook since Friday when they heard she was gone – everyone is in shock and in pain.  Here is one post that I had to share from one of the “skaters” that was part of a group she would photograph whenever she had spare time – he attached one of the pictures she had taken on one of those magical days.  They called her the Skate Fairy and after her death they built a sculpture as a tribute to her.

Following up further on the death of the Jensen boys – mens rea is a term that has been brought up often since the murder of Morgan.  It is a simple Latin term and reflects the intent of an act.  So many meetings about Morgan have come to focus on the true intent of the perpetrators at the time.  One thing is for certain, the question or intent is for a jury to decide, under direction of the judge.  When I read about how Dr. Kurtzman (Morgan’s pathologist) is  deciding this issue on his own, my skin crawls.  It is not his place, not his purview.  Tell us exactly what happened medically, and let the investigators and the court system make the next decision – that’s what they are for…not the forensic pathologist.  This was a fear we had that Dr. Kurtzman would, in the future do the same thing he did in Morgan’s case, decide a manner of death (even under suspicious circumstances) as natural, or accidental, which would keep law enforcement from having to investigate and in the case of the Jenson boys even the DA says in 20 years he has never come upon a case where he is finding a crime, but the pathologist (Kurtzman) is calling accidental – so what is the DA to do?  Go against the pathologist?  Finding what killed the boys is the pathologist’s job – investigating what the intent might or might not have been is the job of law enforcement.  Not as in Morgan’s case where all decisions were made in advance by Kurtzman, regardless of the ability to correctly make such decisions, as new information and evidence was being presented.  Intent should never be the decision of the Coroner/Forensic Pathologist, facts about how the death occurred is their only job, which would allow law enforcement to properly investigate what the intent was.  Kurtzman could have put the manner of death (not the cause, but the manner) as Undetermined so an investigation could have been launched, but that did not happen.

In this case there are options left.  Kurtzman is being named in reports as the Coroner, which he is definitely not.  If he is acting as a deputy coroner, hopefully he is legally, as it was not in Morgan’s case.  That would leave the real Coroner of Mesa County to override Kurtzman’s findings, he clearly overstepped his bounds.  We will see what actually happens.  I pray that they will not be launched into the bizarre orbit that we were.  And allowed a proper investigation, and closure.

Morgan’s specialists this past year have indicated and identified so many errors in her investigation.  So many conclusions drawn that simply can not be.  If it takes a court case to establish the truth, Steve and I will not shy away for an instant.  We will also question why we had to expend so much for the simple truth.  A diagram of Morgan’s death is emerging.  All based on facts that are so far well established in the medical community.  Experts from around the country will be required to fully establish this simple truth.  And to that I am so grateful, we have the required brainpower for Morgan’s truth to fully emerge.  But I also ask why this could not have taken place as part of the investigation? As the ethics require.  No parents should have to investigate, and grieve for their child at the same time…it is inhuman, it is painful.  Where has the humanity in this world gone?

I guess that answer is yet to come.

When I started the blog called Morgan’s Stalking I really had no idea what to expect. How could I? It was at the most unimaginable time, trying to express the most unimaginable thing. One thing has not changed – and never will. Morgan is still my little angel. She is, without doubt, all of the good things that have been expressed about her since the beginning of this odyssey.

Now as Morgan’s Stalking becomes Morgan’s Investigation it is an appropriate time to take a quick look back, give thanks, and see what lies before us.

First to the people at WordPress, the software that allowed me to write a blog without even knowing what one was at the start, and without looking like too much of a klutz in the process, my first big THANK YOU. They sent a web page that told about Morgan’s blog. Things like:

• About 55,000 tourists visit Liechtenstein every year. This blog was viewed about 4,000,000 times in 2012. If it were Liechtenstein, it would take about 73 years for that many people to see it. Your blog had 73 times more visits than a small country in Europe!
• In 2012, there were 320 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 327 posts. I’m not sure where the other 7 posts came from but you now how computers are, give them a few numbers and . . .
• The most popular post was “One year ago today Morgan’s stalking started”.
• Most visitors came from The United States, with Canada in 2nd & Australia 3rd, counting everyone there were 117 countries in all!

Things that tell me the story of Morgan’s stalking is making a difference in more ways than I could have ever imagined when I began. She is in so many hearts, in so many places, helping so many people – and she has just begun.

All of you reading, and commenting, and sharing. Of course some of you go far beyond that but without naming names I trust that you all know who you are, if not I promise to do a better job this year and THANK YOU ALL.

Our grief counselor who has been such a steadying rock for me all year, our promotional guru who somehow manages to speed up when the time is right, and slow way down when I need it. The very very esteemed medical professionals from coast to coast and right here in Colorado who have volunteered their efforts on Morgan’s behalf. To those who helped fund the Morgan Ingram Scholarship fund. And for all of you who have so generously donated to Morgan Ingram’s Benefit Fund – Thank you all more than the mere words can ever express, please realize you are helping Morgan help the victims of stalking every day.
Now, about stalking, I have said many times in many ways how this word went from meaning nothing to meaning everything. How on one warm calm summer afternoon we were not the victims of stalking and in the next instant we were.

Looking forward this last year I have learned more about stalking than I ever could have known existed. I also have something to add – stalking is not just a crime, it is at the root of almost all crime. You can call it whatever you want, stalking, observing, recon, even call it surveilling, its all the same, it is stalking. I say this for one simple reason. There are laws written against stalking in all states, but laws against observing, or surveilling? Doubtful.

Predators like mountain lions wait and watch undetected in the tree line watching for the perfect moment to strike.  What if almost all of the crimes against humanity start with stalking? Burglary, rape, murder, peeping toms, grand theft auto, first the perpetrator stalks the prey, the victim, the house, the auto, the bank, the young child in the playground, then comes the act, the second part of the crime. It is not just a play on words, it is what happens.

The difference is that up until now the crime started with the theft, or the stabbing, or name your poison. But what if we back up a step and take the stalking more seriously? I will believe forever that Morgan’s murder began with her stalking. That if the stalkers were caught, there might not have been a murder. If the criminal surveilling the children in the playground was confronted, maybe the child left there just a few minutes too long would not have disappeared.

A reader of this blog told a story of how her husband confronted a stranger at their son’s game. A stranger nobody recognized standing all alone across the field. Asked him who he was, and that one question made him turn and run. Suspicious, you bet.

I am very mindful of the fact that we can’t live in fear, but we can be aware. Safety is not a given, it comes with requirements. Just look at all of the tragedies of the past year. Maybe it’s just me, but there seems to be more, and far more deadly every day. So many, we as a nation, and a world find ourselves searching for an answer.

Here is my suggestion, start with taking stalking seriously. If our Law Enforcement is hopeless against catching stalkers, what comes next? I’ve lived it and trust me, it’s not good. This year I will focus on Morgan’s investigation from the morning her body was found, and also revisit a few incidents from her stalking that have had a whole lot of new light shined on them.

More truth, won’t that be a bummer for those working so hard to discredit what anyone has to say about Morgan, even though it happens to be true.

Also I am far more committed to Morgan’s legacy. As in Morgan did not commit suicide. She has an ever growing army of professionals all agreeing that that is not what happened here. In case you keep up with the news and have heard about the horrible deaths of those two young children who were left in an idling car for too long, one dying on the scene and the other a short time later. If any of you have wondered, Morgan lived in Colorado, those two children lived in Colorado. Could the same Forensic Pathologist, Dr. Kurtzman, who found Morgan, first having died of natural causes from a medical condition she did not have, with a level of prescription medications she did not even take, registering in the stratosphere. Then months later, as more and more experts sounded alarms at the massive dose she had in her body, he called it insignificant. Then 9 months later he changes his mind and changes her manner of death from natural causes to suicide, based on “the amount consumed is consistent with deliberate intoxication”. So eighteen pills is consistent with a suicide? Eighteen pills of a medication she did not take? With a little cyclobenzaprine, which she never took in her life, thrown is for good measure. When an esteemed Forensic Pharmacologist has advised on Morgan’s case that estimating the number of pills taken is impossible, oh, and he did have far more questions about other aspects of her case, but that will have to wait for just a little bit. So to the point, the same Dr. Kurtzman was the pathologist for those two children. Google it, and decide for yourself.

Day one of Morgan’s investigation is next up.