Megan was a beautiful person inside and out. She was always kind and helpful to her family and friends. What people remember the most about Megan is that she was always nice. One of Megan’s teachers came to her funeral and told me she will never forget Megan because she was nice to everyone. In high school she helped out with fellow students who were disabled.

Megan was an excellent waitress and worked at several different places. Megan loved kids and would often watch her friends’ kids. She loved being an aunt to her niece, Heather. Kids really liked Megan!

After her boyfriend, Allen, died from a drug overdose, Megan was introduced to heroin by some of his friends. Addiction did NOT define Megan. She was a fun-loving girl who loved to laugh, and she was a charming story teller. We all miss Megan’s unique laughter and sunny personality. 

As her mother, I miss Megan every single day. My life changed the moment I found out that Megan died. Every holiday is different without Megan—it’s the empty chair syndrome. I also miss her helping me prepare food for the holidays. 

Megan was the youngest of four kids. She had an older sister, Michele, whom she was close to. Michele was pregnant with twin boys when Megan died. Megan so looked forward to being an auntie to Colton and Mason. Megan never got to meet the twins—they were born 7 weeks after she died. 

I share Megan’s story with students in high school, colleges and treatment centers hoping to prevent others from going down the same path. I also educate the community on what is going on. I am proud to be Megan’s mom. We greatly love and miss Megan more than words can say. Till we meet again!

It’s difficult to believe that Megan is gone forever. I like the story of the dragonfly because Megan is still with us and we include her in everything we can. 

The Dragonfly Story

In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group ever came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to her. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; she rested herself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation, which made her a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain she tried to keep her promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, she peered down at her friends below. Then she realized that even if they could see her they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.

“The fact that we cannot see our family and friends or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death, is no proof that they cease to exist.”

Walter Dudley Cavert