Dear Meg, aka Megabucks:
I am not sure that you knew the impact you had on others when you walked this earth. The lives you touched were better for having known you. I have no doubt that in the course of your work, you saved lives.
When you first got sick, almost five years ago, this family almost lost you. You fought back and returned. When the liver disease reared it’s ugly head again last October, we knew you’d fight again. And you did. You were a warrior. You fought so hard for your life. You embodied grit. Every procedure that sent you under, you dug deep and returned again. However, each time you came back, you were a bit wearier. A small piece of your spirit was left behind during another surgery.
Do you remember when I visited you in October, in the first hospital you were admitted to? When I walked into that hot, dark ICU room you looked at me and started crying and said, “Aunty, I screwed up. I screwed up so bad. I should have been on the transplant list already but I avoided it. I was so afraid! You have no idea how afraid I was!” And you sobbed. I held your hand and we talked.
However, at that moment, all those months ago, it felt like a punch in my stomach when you said that. I couldn’t say what I was thinking, “Yes, Meg, I know exactly how afraid you were.” You may have forgotten that I had faced such a surgery – brain surgery. It was terrifying to go under anesthesia, wondering if Judy would wake up or some altered version of me. Or, maybe your fear was so great, you didn’t think talking to anyone would help you. I will never know, as your walk has been taken and it ended in heaven.
Rather than shame you and make you feel worse about your fears, instead that day I said, “Meg, you will get the care you need. It’s not too late. Don’t worry.” I didn’t know how advanced your liver deterioration was when I said that, but I like to think my words gave you hope.
As the weeks passed, your family rallied around and supported you, waiting for good news or some glimmer of hope. Finally, in December, you got your transplant; there was hope. However, there were a series of unfortunate events following the transplant that led to your untimely demise. I’m sure you remember them vividly. How you suffered. We all watched – helplessly – as you faded away. Prayers unanswered.
I’ve been asking myself why for weeks. When I knew there was nothing else left to help you – why? I’ve asked out loud: “Why, not only that you had to die, but why did you have to suffer for nine months?” I won’t know that reason until I join you and Gram in heaven one day.
The why doesn’t matter anymore. You’re gone. You are at peace now. Those of us left in the wake of your departure are reeling. Death is bad enough. When it’s an upside-down death, it’s gut-wrenching.
What’s an upside-down death, you ask? It’s your death. It’s the death of a person who entered this earth after you. I was here first. Selfishly, you should have buried me, not the other way around.
I remember your mom being pregnant with you. I was only 18, and I remember seeing her Christmas Day, very pregnant, waiting for you to be born. You came the next day. I’m guessing you didn’t want to share your birthday with Jesus.
I also remember: the day you were born, my fun flower girl, summer vacations with us, beach days, Christmas Days, birthdays, your college graduations, and so much more. My point – I remember having a life before you, and now I am forced to have a life after you. It’s not natural.
As the days tick by without you, we will heal. Your tribe will begin to cobble together a life without you. It will not look or feel the same. We will persist. I will persist.
I don’t know how to reconcile myself with your loss except to remember you. To write about you. I will keep Gramps company, so he doesn’t rush off to be with you. I may even let him win at Dominoes.
Until we meet again, be happy. Swim with some pigs. Cast a spell. Cultivate some beautiful plants. Decorate your heavenly house at Christmas. Most of all, enjoy your pain free life in Heaven. Have lunch with Grams, your Memere, and all your loved ones who left before you. We will take care of things down here. Your job is done.
Love you, Aunty 😘