Today, I just came across a wallet that Morgan made out of scraps of “things.” It was always so much fun to see all the different things she would create and share with me. When I touch the things she used to touch, I feel so close to her, and yet so far. It is a feeling that is too hard to express.

Every moment of every day, I miss her. I miss her eyes, her smile, her soft voice, her loving and caring ways. My heart still hurts after all these years, because I miss her so very much. Every morning when I wake up, I just miss her all over again…it never ends.

Does it seem fair that our beautiful life was destroyed by a selfish and obsessed stalker? No.

Does it seem fair that a beautiful, young 20-year-old life was taken? No.

Does it seems fair that all the co-victims, people who loved Morgan, can never find peace? No.

Life is not fair, and I can never bring Morgan back, but I can make sure she is always remembered. I can make sure that other lives are spared, as long as I continue to raise awareness, warn others about the real threat of stalkers, and continue to fight for justice.

When Morgan died, my life changed forever. I am not the person I used to be. Someone once said, “Grief never ends…but it changes. It’s a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith…it is the price of love.”