Both and raised in central Kansas, my Mom and Dad…
It has now been over 1.5 years since my daughter died. I remember the day as if it were today. It was a usual December evening; dinner with my husband and son, getting ready for a Neighborhood Holiday Party. The doorbell rang. I answered the door to three (3) Police Officers. My first response was to my dog, “Wow, you are in trouble now as there are three (3) police officers vs. the normal one (1)!”. Our jack Russell terrier tends to get out of the yard and is either brought home by the Police or they come over to tell us that they have received complaints from a Neighbor. He can be quite intimidating.
Unfortunately this was not a normal visit. They proceeded to tell me that my daughter had been killed while on a bicycle training ride in North Carolina. Within in a few minutes I received another call from the North Carolina High Patrol. The driver of the car was a young man (19 years old as well) who was on his way home from College after he had taken his finals. He fell asleep at while driving and crossed over into Megan’s lane and hit her head on. Megan was taken to Hospital by a Care Flight but, was pronounced dead upon arrival.
A little bit about Megan. She was one (1) of five (5) of our children. She was our youngest daughter. She has a brother that is seven (7) years younger than her. She was a State Cycling Champion while in Jr. High/High School for four (4) years. She had signed on with a Pro Women’s Cycling Team and would have been riding the summer between her Freshman and Sophomore Year of College. She was on Cycling Scholarship at Lees McRae College in Banner Elk, North Carolina. She rode 60 – 100 miles a day. She had a smile that could light up a room. She was on the road to being an Olympic Contender.
The last time I saw Megan alive was during the Thanksgiving Holiday. Over the years I had reminded her to stop picking on her brother because one (1) day he would be bigger than her. Well the time had arrived Hunter was bigger than Megan. We walked in the House after she arrived Home from North Carolina. Hunter immediately pounced her and sat on top of her. In her Megan fashion she told him she was not prepared for his attack and that he could not do it again. Well to her surprise her brother was now bigger and stronger than her. We all got a big laugh out of that.
How do we go on. Well we do. I live with the memory of Megan and her words of wisdom, “You have to brush yourself and finish the race not matter what it looks like.” She told me this when she was around 8 – 10 years old. She had a bad fall while participating in a Cycling Race and those were her words of wisdom that I continue to live by. While she did not win that Race she brushed herself and finished the Race.
I do believe that there is God and that while I do not always understand why things happen; loss of a child, loss of a job, etc. We have thank God everyday for what we have, brush ourselves so we can finish our Race, and look for the good in the simple things of life. There are fleeting moments in each of our lives that if we do not stop to appreciate them, they will pass us by.
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