That’s Swell

For one of my courses I had to have a friend or family member write my Eulogy for my ‘funeral.’ Sort of morbid I suppose, but it has to be as if I died at my current age, 22. I asked my brother to write mine and this is what he came up with. Just thought I’d share it with all of you. It’s an interesting excercise – if you want to see what how people really feel about you, ask somone to write yours!

Megan was my little sister.

And though I was too young to remember her being born, we quickly became two peas in a pod. She was always eager to help me build a fort, or play GI Joe, or race me on our Big Wheels. As we got older though, our dynamic changed. Megan started hanging out with Brooke instead. But since they were mainly interested in playing Barbie or house or Barbie house, I didn’t really mind all that much.

It quickly became apparent that Megan had inherited our mother’s creative side, as she started designing clothing with her Fashion Plates, and helping mother with crafts. When it came time to learn an instrument, Megan choose to play the cello, something that I, the lowly drummer, could only admire.

Megan was always organized. Well, mostly organized. She was featured in a local newspaper for here creative use of crates to help keep things organized. Even through her mildly rebellious teenage years, she stayed true to herself. She was always Megan; always creating and organizing. She was on the color guard in the Marching Dragons and, and joined the high school show choir, the Noteables, while continuing to play with the orchestra.

It was sometime during this period that she met David, and whether she knew it or not, things would never be the same. After graduating high school and a short time apart, they were engaged to be married. Megan dove head first into married life, quickly making the transition from the mildly rebellious girl to the economically savvy woman. She started talking about recipes and how she organized her kitchen. We were surprised: “Where is Megan and what have you done with her?” But we shouldn’t have been surprised. She was still the same creative and organized Megan, doing what she had always done: diving in head first.

After returning to school to complete a degree in Graphic Design, Megan developed a passion for people and the environment. Though she had always had a heart for service, working with children and helping wherever she could, this was different. She shifted the focus of her studies from graphic design to social issues and the environment. But Megan didn’t simply refocus her studies, she refocused her life. She worked hard to reduce consumption and waste, to live a green life. She wrote about her green journey so that others could learn how to be green as well, once again testament of her heart for creating and serving, her heart for loving.

 Those of us who knew here will remember her ear to ear smile, dimples and all, and the various color phases her hair went through. But beyond her smile and the color of her hair, we will remember that we loved her, and that we felt loved by her — loved by my little sister, Megan.

Children’s Sympathy Card picture via rebunting on Flickr.