I remember one so vividly …. it was 25 years ago. It was warm but rainy. My baby girl was a freshman at PHS. I dropped her off at her friend's house where all her friends were to be waiting for her. She didn't want me to wait. Since she had talked to her friend, Katie, just 20 minutes before, there was no reason to think they wouldn't be there.
Thirty minutes later she called, crying, "Mommy please pick me up." The girls had not paid attention to the amount of time they dashed out for, never thinking she'd be there before they returned. As it turned out she didn't feel well (we would later find out she had salmonella from something she ate at the cafeteria that day).
That was Meggan's last Halloween….and it began the annual downward spiral that attacks every member of our family and close friends. How could we have possibly known she would be dead in seventeen days.
Our neighborhood is blessed with zillions of adorable children, and for each one who came upon my threshold today I pray a silent prayer that they will be safe, that no one will be harm them, that they will be free from illness and people who are drunk drivers. And I pray for each parent and grandparent that I saw trick or treating with their precious blessings, that they will never know the horror of burying their precious child.
What's left are the memories, most of them happy, for she was a joyful child. She was beautiful not just on the outside but also on the inside of her soul….loving, gentle hearted, inclusive with others, funny, talented….and so much more. Is it any wonder that her death continues to "haunt" (yes, pun intended) us …and always will.