(Grove City, Pa)
January 8th, 2013. 10:09am my 22 year old daughter Megan is pronounced dead.
I work from home and earlier that morning our cat BC had wondered into her room and gave out the most awful cry. I got up to check on him as this is a cat we have had for 17+ years and never even meowed., once! As soon as I went into her room a feeling of fear came over me. She should have been home by now. I shrugged it off and figured she must have stopped by a friend on her way back from her morning run. There is no doubt in my mind that her soul passed through this house as if perhaps to say goodbye and BC felt her
Megan was training for her second marathon. In 2012 she ran her first half marathon in Pittsburgh Pa. Out of the top 50 women out of thousands of runners, she came in 49th. She was hit by a truck. My whole life gone
Determined? That’s my Megan. She graduated with honors early from Clarion University. On the day of graduation, December 15th 2012 she was taking her gre’s for graduate school. She applied in Colorado and Ohio. Megan looked at me one day and said “Mom, I don’t care about the money, I just want to help people”. She did not even get to see her degree or her acceptance letters from both schools.
Our whole world came to an end that day. Two Police Officers came to my door; “There’s been an accident” I asked if she was ok and again all I got from them with “there’s been an accident”. At that point I begged “please tell me she is ok, is she alive”? No reply.
As we entered the emergency room, the nurse informed us that the breathing tube was still inserted. There she laid, her lifeless body. I looked at her face and could not believe all the color was just gone. It did not even seem real. At first no tears came. I sat at the end of the table in a chair and held her head in my arms and rested my cheek on her forehead. It was so cold. I sat there until the emergency room nurse look at me and said “mom”, it’s time to go”. Go where I thought. There is nowhere to go, no place to hide. The pits of Hell opened right up and sucked us in, that’s where we went.
I miss her, terribly. I miss her hugs. She would always come up to me “I need a hug” she would say and throw her arms around me. I miss talking with her. She could make me laugh and that is not easy. Her smile was breath taking. Every picture of her she is smiling. That moment she was born I knew there was something special about her but I could not explain it. I did not know what exactly it was and I even remember telling a friend of mine.
She was the poster child of awesome. Swam for 9 years on two teams, one for school and one for the Y which took every second of any free time, studied, worked, never a stich of trouble. She would call me so heartbroken when she would see people standing at Wal-Mart needing work for food. she would get into her wallet and hand them her only $20.00. She said, I'd of only spent it on needless things. She loved to bake. a couple weeks before she died she said "teach me how to make pie crust" The last pie she made to take up to her boyfriends parents I asked if she wanted me to teach her then. Nah, next time. Little did any of us no that soon there would be no next times for anything.
I looked at my husband one day and said "I can't believe she was our daughter"
I have a son who made it through two wars and a daughter who did not make it across the street. All her hopes and dreams, her future and ours gone in a second. She was my world.
The night before she died she posted on her facebook this:
3,228.5 Miles Biked
883.88 Miles Ran
3 Charity Bike Rides
2 Sprained Ankles
1 Pelvis Stress Fracture
"Couldn't ask for a better life!
I simply cannot imagine the rest of my life without her.