Thank every one of you for burning a candle on Sunday in Morgan’s memory and praying for justice
One of Morgan’s cousins wrote:
The first thing that comes to my mind when I think about my cousin Morgan is that she had the Biggest heart. She was always was there for me and she could make you smile just by being next to her. She was an Angel. Of course like all teenages she had spunk, but her spunk was beautiful. She was outgoing, caring, and a great listener. She was creative and everything she did perfectly. It was like she did a beautiful dance with everything she did. I do have to say before I continue this, it’s really weird to talk about her and use ‘would like’ was instead of ‘is’. I just cant get over the sadness I feel when I think of her and what happened, but then I see her face in my head and just by picturing her face, and knowing what kind of person she was, I feel better because she would be the first one to say, “Its ok and everything will get better there’s no need to cry and she would give this smile and and at that time you knew she was right.”
I have known Morgan since the day she was born. She was more like a sister to me. I know when it comes to friends and memories, the two just go together like coffee and mornings. Hahaha. I have so many memories with her because I use to live with them (my Aunt Toni & Uncle Steve), I can remember the dinner table talks, and when we use to babysit Morgan when she was little, but I think my favorite memory was the most recent and last one when we all went to Disneyland (this was just before they left to go back to Colorado and then the stalking started). It was at the hotel, we (Morgan & I) went downstairs while everyone was in the room and we just caught up on what was going on in our lives. It was a great talk about her friends and her dancing and I talked about what I’ve been up. We talked about how we don’t see each other enough and how I should just move back out there. I asked about the silly ferrets she had, and if she had gotten anymore pets. We talked about how cool it is that my daughter and her are Leos and that if I ever moved out there she would be my number 1 babysitter, and she was so happy because she just adored my daughter Christina. Oh, there’s one more memory I remember, I went out there (to Colorado) when I was pregnant and Toni and Steve were gone one afternoon, and they had this fish in their room. Something happened and the darn fish fell out of the bowl and was flopping around. We (Morgan and I) were screaming like little girls. It was really funny. I guess you had to be there.
The day my Aunt Toni called me to say “Morgan’s dead” – All I kept saying to Aunt Toni was NO, NO, NO I think that’s all I said the whole conversation. I couldn’t even talk. I dropped to my knees and started to cry. It felt like a dream. A really bad dream. After that there were just questions going through my head like how could this happen to someone like her. Why would God take someone like Morgan away from us. I felt like it didn’t make any sense and I was very confused.
People need to know when Morgan died we lost an Angel. We lost a soul that was the most caring and giving person in the world. I can only hope that my daughter grows up with the moral and respect and love that Morgan had. She put a extra pep in every step she walked on this earth and everywhere she went she touched people’s lives. Morgan loved life and everyone around her.
Her murder has affected me tremendously and the reason is that we have no closure. I wish we could just find out who did this to her and give them the punishment they deserve and lock them up so they won’t hurt anyone else. I am sad all the time because of what they have taken from our family.
#JusticeForMorgan!
The pain is almost to much to bear…this Sunday it will have been 7 years since Morgan was brutally taken from us. No one has the right to take another’s life…no one! Morgan didn’t want to go – she loved her life and she loved her family, her friends and her pets. She had her whole life mapped out – she was excited about her life, and then it was taken from her. She was so scared – the night before her murder she asked for a knife from her dad – he bought it for her and it was found next to her body in her bed the morning we found her. Before she came home that night she asked a friend’s Aunt if she could sleep over – she was afraid to sleep at home alone in her room, but unfortunately it didn’t work out with her friend’s Aunt. So then she drove, on her way home, to ask another male friend if he could sleep over, but again, that didn’t work out either…she came home that night exhausted, stressed and scared and in hindsight she was right…the “gut” feeling she had that she was in mortal danger was absolutely correct and her life was taken from her. What a coward to attack an innocent victim while they sleep – do you think they would have much of a chance of defending themselves? And yet she did fight back. You can witness that from the crime scene photos. Three nails on her right hand are torn, along with abrasions on the top and bottom of that hand…abrasion on her wrist and chest…blood on her head and mouth with a smashed nose and fat lip. Clean folded clothes tossed all over the floor of her room and the vacuum knocked over, amount much more evidence of a struggle, attack, theft and murder.
Morgan grew up believing she could do anything she put her mind to. During the 4 months she was stalked she still believed this…she posted on her Facebook page (during the stalking) asking her friends if anyone was interested in joining her in a grassroots effort to start a Chapter of The National Organization for Women (NOW). NOW is an American feminist organization founded in 1966.
This is a picture of Morgan with me when she was in Elementary school – she is cuddling her doll Charlie. I bought Charlie for Morgan on her 2nd birthday and she loved him. She didn’t want a girl doll – she picked out a boy doll and named him. Just the other day I was going through some old bins and I found Charlie. I held him to my heart and cried and cried. He looked brand new, Morgan had always taken such good care of him. I wished with all my heart that Morgan was still here to pass Charlie down to her own daughter someday…every day leading up to this Sunday has been torture for me. Sunday will be the 7th anniversary of Morgan’s murder and we still do not have justice for her yet. Please remember Morgan in your prayers and light a candle on Sunday so your prayers for justice will be answered in 2019 – I still believe in the power of prayer. Thank you!