My name is Casey Lay. I am a mom of 9. I have a mixture of ages and genders. I only gave birth to four of my babies, the rest came to me through the grace of GOD.

I always thought that trauma would never grace the presences of my children, but boy was I wrong. My son Morgan was shot and killed on June 9th 2025. As I write this blog I am going to give you the raw truth. I think everyday will be something new. I hope that I will be able to connect with people on different levels. I know that I am not the only one going through something like this, but a grief like losing your child makes you feel all alone in this world. Though your phone may be blowing up with messages, calls or post on your social media its still very lonely. I know that I have a village bigger than life behind me. I know that I can make one call and I would have several people standing in front of me asking what can be done. But it’s in the times where I miss my son and I can’t control the tears. I can’t control the pain inside. I can’t pray hard enough to see him one last time. Morgan always knew that I was his number 1 fan. At 20 years old he was never afraid to let his friends know he had a “badass” mom. Morgan was the first baby that I gave birth to. He and I walked through life together. He taught me how to be a mom. He taught me how to put another individual in front of myself. He taught me what unconditional love was as well as how to accept it. I know most have parents or adults that are there for them but the love of your child is so completely different. You always want better for them. You want to teach them the lessons that you have already gone through. Raising Morgan I tried with all my might for him not to make the same mistakes I did, but one thing he taught me was that he was his own person. Did he learn things from, absolutely! After his passing some of the messages I received were from people that barely knew him. He helped save them. There are people that thought this world was better without them in it, he made sure they knew it wasn’t. He never left a person abandoned. He never let a girl go with being cold, he would give the shirt off his back. Anytime one of his siblings needed him he was right there to listen, give advice or just a simple hug. When I needed him he came running. His whole life he tried to protect me from even having a bad day. He always had a smile on his face if he wasn’t laughing and laughed a lot. It was a laugh that was so contagious that you couldn’t help to laugh your self. Or for myself I would stare at him and just smile because God gave me one of the most amazing humans on the planet.

My Goal with this Blog is to keep my son alive as best as I can. I will tell you stories. I will tell you what happened to him. I will tell you what we are going through right now. I will tell you the good, bad and ugly. I know some will get on here eventually and disagree with my thoughts and that’s ok. I knew who my son was, I knew what he stood for, I knew his life goals, I knew that he was just starting his life. I hope through my words the world will see who Morgan was through my eyes, what we go through, our sadness, emotions, our joy and most importantly the fight I have in me for my son.

So for now thank you for joining me on my Journey to Morgan’s Legacy!