I’ve been super busy with Morgan’s legacy. Collecting, going through, donating and the rotation begins again.

I lost my dad when I was 23 yrs old. In my eyes I was still a baby. I did know what responsibility was. But here I was pregnant with Morgan. Scared, more than I had ever been in my life.

When I lost my dad I had it in my head that it had to be a monster. But when I came to meet the man that took my dad, he looked like some ordinary person. When I had to write my witness statement I believe I even put that In it. He didn’t look like a monster at all. Fast forward 20 yrs and here I am again. I’ve gone to court, I’ve looked at these boys and again they look like just ordinary people. It’s been on my mind a lot lately, we tell our kids there are no such things as monsters. I think we are wrong. I think we are very wrong. Monsters aren’t the boogie men that come from your closet or under your bed, but they can be the stranger across the room.

My nightmares don’t have an evil giant hairy monster coming for me, it’s two 16 yr old boys that took my world into their hands. It was the man that was driving a van and dropped something and didn’t see my dad on his motorcycle. Monsters aren’t scary looking. They are everyday individual people that come in all colors, all genders and all sizes. Those are the monsters that creep in your dreams at night, they are the ones that creep in your life and tear it apart. My drs try to give medication to make my nightmares go away but in reality they maybe able to take them from my dreams but they will never take them from my life. I don’t know if I will always feel this way, more than likely it will be. In my eyes they will always be monsters. They took a life they had no reason to take. It wasn’t an accident, it was a well made plan to take it. I would have given those monsters anything they wanted. If I didn’t have it I would have found away. But instead they have given me my very own monsters to live with for the rest of my life.