My Dearest Morgan,
You had it all, brains, beauty, loving family, and friends. Everything in your life was in order: you had found your passion and chosenacareer, made a home, learned to cook (scrambled eggs anyway), had a passport (you were ready to travel), vaccines (up to date). You were just bursting with potential and ready to unfurl in full glory; but Morgan, you expired before your driver’s license does in 2017.
The only thing you lacked was time, precious time. Such a short life; you were only 20 years old when he killed you. Your time ran out: such a damn shame! What a waste. What vile thing came to this bridge 4 years ago? It was a chilly day, misty and damp, when he slaughtered you and dumped your body like a “field dressed doe” onto the dirt at Anchorage Farm.
The bloodlust of a dangerous predator still bewilders me. I just can’t comprehend the desire to hurt and maim; but evil does exist; I know, and he murdered you.
Honey, we are getting tired, need a break. At times we long to tuck tail and slink away; but there’s still a killer out there whose appetite only increases. His jets are starting to hum and compulsions grow. Is it time? It is if he gets a chance, finds the weak one, seizes the opportunity. Charlottesville, please don’t let that happen. Don’t let him kill again. Be vigilant. Be aware. Know your neighbors. Participate in your community. Please Help Save The Next Girl.