Here is the link again to the petition I created in change.org entitled Colorado State Governor John Hickenlooper: We want Morgan Ingram’s felony stalking investigation reopened.
I’m now trying to collect 1,500 signatures, and we are almost there. You don’t have to live in Colorado to sign it – anyone can…it will just show him how important people believe this is. Thank you.
To read more about what I’m trying to do and to sign my petition, click here:
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Once you’re done, please ask your friends to sign the petition as well. Grassroots movements succeed because people like you are willing to spread the word!
Thank you all so very much!
Morgan has been feeling sick, and she ignores a text from her friend in Savannah, just past midnight at ~ 12:44 am, “When is your Dad’s bday?” What a way to start November 14 – it is now Steve’s birthday!
We have a lot of activity in the morning from the stalker, and for some reason Steve is up, and ready. Like he knew it was coming. For the first time in a week he has the thermal imaging scope out, and is dressed all in black, when I see him go out the back door at 4:48 am, right after Morgan alerts us to rocks on her window.
I ask him if I should call the sheriffs, as he goes out he says no. He has a black aluminum baseball bat in his free hand, and I hope he finds something worthy of a swing. Steve was quite a home run hitter in his younger days.
I try to watch him from the back windows, and I have lost all sight of him, as I go around the house trying to pick out where he is. Normally the outside motion detectors would be announcing his actions around the house, but this time there is nothing they are picking up on. Whatever he has decided to do this morning, he is under cover.
He calls me at 5:45 am, it is still pitch black outside, and I ask him what is up. He has picked up two trails in the grass, and has located an area on the berm where he can clearly see the heat signature of where a body that was lying in the tall grass. He has been watching deer as they come through, and is very familiar with how they present on the thermal imaging and he is convinced this was a person. He is still close by so he whispers to me. Call the deputies and tell them I have heat signatures across the yard. Tell them to come in from the north side, our side of the street.
This is a different Steve, he has never had me direct the officers before. My chest is racing I think he must see something to have said that. One of the officers on the way calls and he has a thermal imaging scope also. Probably much better than ours and he will circle back in from the end of the street. I tell him Steve is on the berm and has located two spots where a body was hiding. The deputy is excited and shortly after our phone call I hear a truck race by the front of our house.
This seems too good to be true, we are working together and putting technology to work in order to catch the stalker. Steve calls me and says he see their flashlights coming, he wonders why they always use their flashlights, you can see them so easily. My Steve and Officer Steve P. from the sheriff’s department meet up out on the berm between our neighbor Rhonda’s house and ours. I can see them standing there and talking, pointing at the ground.
They split up and Steve comes straight for the back door. I unlock it and let him in, this is pathetic, were his first words. He is very angry. Something was moving down at his end and he could not see it. Because his batteries were dead. Of course he can’t take batteries from us because, what, we might catch the guy? He won’t take my thermal scope, because that is against policy. Steve says he told him, maybe we should rent the Unicorn hot air balloon for the day, but he didn’t understand, or wanted to choose to ignore him. He was coming right at them Steve tells me, right at them. I thought they had night vision, could have spotted him easily. This is a nightmare times two!
Morgan is wandering down the hall and wondering what is up. She tells Steve, it’s just rocks against my window daddy, it’s OK I can take it. He offers to make her French toast, and she perks up quite a bit. “But it is your birthday.” Morgan tells him. “Yes, it is and I want to make you breakfast.” Which he does, for us all.
Detective P. and Detective M. knock at the front door apologizing about the dead scope, and promising that they will have it working next time. I was extremely disappointed, but I don’t tell him the same thing happened to the detectives last time they were here, and then I say good bye.
We have a wonderful breakfast and Morgan goes about getting ready for school. Steve tells me this is just not fair. Morgan is giving this all she has, more than anyone ever should, and it has just become one screw up after the next. He tells me we have to hold them more accountable. To actually have live batteries is not that big of a request he feels. I know they think this stalker is harmless, but you never know Steve tells me. First the car was keyed before the stalking started, with the word BITCH on it (down to the metal and the Carbondale police officer (not the Garfield County Sheriffs) said that it is usually a sign of someone with deep seated problems or on drugs), with lots of anger and who knows what they do next. I don’t like this at all.
I agree with Steve, they don’t seem to be very serious at all, just going through the motions, and it is having a big affect on Morgan’s life.
Steve leaves for a project he is working on in Aspen, and Morgan comes back out at 10:27 am to announce a text she just received from her instructor, “No class today. Had to pick up daughter from school. Homework due Wed. Classical vs Neoclassical.” Then she answers her friend in Savannah who was wondering about Steve’s birthday. At 10:48 am, she tells him, “Today. HaHa.”
Morgan is worried about her Dad, he seemed extra stressed this morning, and I tell her it is wearing on us all and he wants it over. Morgan assures me that she is fine. She feels safe as long as she is in the house. That actually for her the worst part is driving up the street, once she is in the front door she feels like everything is OK.
Today is October 28, 2012 – Another weekend has been spent with lists, timelines and more evidence – more then I ever thought we would have about Morgan’s death. The order to bring it all out, and through which communication medium, was a big decision today. Last year after our meetings in Los Angeles we had a very ambitious plan that has now been scaled back. Raising awareness is still our biggest goal, and our most successful to date. Justice for Morgan is still very problematic. We know what happened to her, that she never really stood a chance in her last 24 hrs of life, but presenting what we know and preserving the possibility of eventual prosecution is not at all so easy, as I would have thought. I miss my little girl so much and I want to do what is right, so waiting for a few more decisions this week will be something I can do. Steve and I have had so many offers for help that we are humbled by the love and understanding that Morgan’s story was able to spread in the world. We pray for the strength to do justice to what she had already accomplished in her lifetime.
The chatter on our tipline about stalkers being cornered, and stopped by the lessons we learned and that are being shared with us is very satisfying. Morgan’s stalker was a very talented individual, in a sick sort of way, and reading about what happened to Morgan has actually helped many other individuals. It has been more than satisfying for Steve and I, that methods we employed that were useless for us, have been very successful for others. And have so changed the perceptions of how to correctly confront your stalker for so many others. It is not the end I had hoped for when Morgan was still alive, but now I gladly take it, in the memory of Morgan and for all of those it is helping. But this doesn’t mean we are giving up – NEVER! And I am still very confident that a law enforcement agency will step up to the plate and take over this investigation. Thank you all for so many signatures to our petition to the Governor of Colorado – we will continue to take signatures (only 300 left to go) and then we will be presenting it to him.
Click here to read about the 106th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2071
I just ran across a short draft of a speech Morgan was asked to give at the GED/High School graduation on June 16, 2010 for Colorado Mountain College. Morgan was mentioned in the Colorado Mountain College eNews publication about GED’s and High School Diplomas, dated October 11, 2010. Morgan had had missed a lot of school when she was attending Aspen High School because of her exposure to Carbon Monoxide. Being held back was not a choice for her as she was too scholastically advanced for that so instead she enrolled in CMC and took College classes, and then received her GED and went on to receive her Associates of Arts degree in 2011. Below is the draft she wrote for the GED speech – I just wanted to share it with you so you could see another glimpse into who Morgan was – she never gave up on anything.
When normal kids are enjoying their preteen years, they are learning to flirt coyly with the idea of relationships with each other, homework becomes a common part of life, and drama huns high. Unfortunately, i never got a chance to indulge in many of these occurrences, because I was busy spending my junior high experience dying.
For three years, instead of growing into a young adult, I was in my bed ridden with an ever growing myriad of symptoms that doctors could not rationalize and could not even begin to fix. They did not know a flue on my house was installed incorrectly and that Carbon Monoxide was being pumped into me daily. In the end it was a simple detector that named my killer.
Devastation hit again when i tried to join high school, and discovered that the poison had left in its wake, long-term side effects. More vicious symptoms appeared, and once more my days were being taken from me. By the time I was starting to regain my health, my high school had decided to hold me back, I had missed too many days being sick. Shortly after, I was attending Community College and had gotten my GED. Never regretting a second of it, this experience taught me to fight for myself regardless of what I’m being told and shaped me into who I am today.
Because of the wonderful experience Morgan received through Colorado Mountain College, Steve and I set up a scholarship fund in Morgan’s name through the Theatre Department. This past Spring the first student received the first award of the Morgan Ingram Scholarship. Morgan would be so very happy – she was always trying to get her friends to go to College.
Today started out OK – last night was quiet. The grandchildren slept over and Dave, Steve’s friend, still never answered his phone. Steve decided to drive into Aspen extra early, and go straight to Dave’s house. He wanted to check up on him, and deliver the food, since we were unable to last night. We felt terrible, because we knew Dave never wanted to accept help, but he had just returned from the hospital, and couldn’t really do much of anything for himself. We were still in disbelief in regards to everything that was happening with the stalker, the sheriff’s dead batteries, and just about everything else. Morgan was losing hope in the sheriff’s department, and so were we. We were trying to come up with ideas – then everything turned black.
Steve got to town, and went straight to his friend Dave’s place. He knocked and knocked…yelled Dave’s name – nothing. He called their other friend to tell him what was happening – his other friend told him where the key was hidden, and said he was on his way. Steve opened the door, went inside and found Dave on the couch – he was not moving (Dave had already been dead for quite awhile, but Steve had no way of knowing), Steve called 911 and started CPR. By the time his other friend arrived, and the EMT’s had gotten there to take over, it seemed like a lifetime to Steve. He was devastated. He called me to tell me what had happened, and was so shaken up he couldn’t drive his truck home for hours. This was our first dark, dark day – we never realized that the darkness would be returning again on December 2nd.
I didn’t read my emails until later in the day – there were 2 emails from Detective Glassmire. They were both from yesterday, after they left our house. He said when they stopped at Starbucks in Rifle they saw a Green Ford Fiesta with a female driver. They jotted down the license (don’t ask me why since it was in Rifle, not Glenwood or Carbondale, and it had a female driver), and it wasn’t registered to Keenan so what was the point? He mentions they are all doing this to follow up on any sightings of a vehicle they think might be Keenan’s and to let us know this could be the vehicle witnesses have seen near Thunder River Market. Are you kidding me? Morgan said whenever she saw his car at the Thunder River intersection she saw Keenan in it, and now I feel like this email is trying to make it sound like it’s not him that she is seeing in the car. The next email he sends me says an off duty deputy saw one at the Rifle Walmart registered to a couple somewhere else, and mentions these cars are a little more popular than we thought. I am now thinking, OK – this is a little ridiculous at this point, do you know how far away Rifle is from the Thunder River Intersection? Am I supposed to feel like they are actually watching out for this car and Keenan, or just trying to make excuses? At this point I still trust them, but it’s starting to wear a little thin.
Morgan gets a text message from her sister that says, “I wish you could come here soooooo bad!!! I need help with my shows & I miss you!!” (She really just wants to get Morgan out of Colorado) Morgan answers, “I miss you! I just can’t ditch out on Wylah and ballet. :(” Her sister texts back, “When is ballet over? Maybe Mom can watch the dog…I need my Morgana!” Morgan writes back, “In December. I can’t leave Wylah though. I’d be so sad.” Her sister writes back, “:( you could Skype with her.” Morgan says, “Haha I don’t think that would do it unfortunately.” Her sister says, “Fine!” Morgan says, “I love you!!!” And her sister says, “I love you!!!” When I read these texts now I remember Morgan’s older sister calling me on the phone later, and chastising me for not forcing Morgan to go stay with her to get her away from the stalker. She was starting to panic, she had a really bad feeling (she was very intuitive and always had been), and she was getting upset with me, because she wasn’t getting anywhere trying to convince Morgan to leave. I explained to her that Morgan was 20 years old, she was a Leo, and very stubborn, and I couldn’t make her do anything. I explained that I wanted her to leave too – I pleaded with her to go back to visit her Godparents in Hawaii for a while (that was pretty far away), and I would take care of her puppy, but she wouldn’t do it – she didn’t want the stalker to force her to leave and she was also concerned that if she left, and he followed her then what would she do?
At 8:46 pm Morgan sent me a text to say, “On my way.” I watched for her to drive up so I could meet her in the driveway as usual. Morgan spent some time watching TV and knitting. She was making homemade Christmas presents as usual…here is a picture of the gloves she was making at the time (she looks so worn out, but still her happy self). She almost finished the present before she was killed.
Morgan’s last knitting project just before she was killed
Click here to read about the 99th day of Morgan’s stalking https://morgansstalking.com/?p=2011