Fall 2010
I lived at 346 Wedgewood with Justin Steele, Chris Looper and Megan. I went to Haiti last August and it was well. It was eye opening to see poverty at that level and how those people had nothing physically but spiritually they were loaded. Justin and I spent just about every night on the front porch drinking beer and smoking a few cigarettes now and then. It was some of the best most in depth talks that I have ever had with anyone, I am grateful for that. Then I turned 21 that was pretty wild. The next few months may or may not have gotten a little out of hand. Thankfully that ended within three months of its start. While this was going on Justin and I we're finishing up our college careers. Both wondering what we would be doing come May. I was going around applying at different Police Departments, while then discovered it might be best to wait a while before starting my career in law enforcement. Younglife was going on at this time as well, I was driving to Dahlonega every chance I got or being visited at least every 3 weeks. My Pa James had lung cancer which he successfully got through. Thanksgiving was great as always, it was a big family dinner like normal. The day before some YoungLife guys invited me to Junk Food thanksgiving where we had all types of junk food, burgers, wings, fries, chips.... It was fun. Then school finals came and went. Before you knew it, it was Christmas. The whole family stayed at the house as usual. April and Megan stayed in one room, I stayed in the other with the parents downstairs. In the morning we came downstairs to open presents, I remember everyone seeming content with just being there with one another. I remember putting together Mom's cabinet deal, I got boots and April got a pink mixer. I can't remember any of the other gifts.... Then the whole family came over for Christmas dinner. It was good.
New Years. Steele, Laura Penfold and I traveled to Dahlonega to hang out with that crew. It was fun a little wild... but, very enjoyable. Then January was here, that meant one last semester of school. It was exciting, I had CPR, Swimming, Individual Sports, Team Sports, Back packing and Canoeing, Probation and Parole and Teacher's aid as classes. It was a joke. Easy semester. But, I enjoyed it. I also started working at KFC to save money to move southward to Dawsonville, GA. I went to 2 ChickFilA openings in January both were in the snow..Brandon Stephenson and some old YL guys to the one in It was cold, it was different then when Megan and I went to Paducah, KY. and it was 100 degrees plus... Megan got the raffle so I sat there all day then we split 52 coupons....
Spring break...Beach trip with UpsilonLambda.... good, not as good as the year before in New Orleans with Michael Borden, Steele, Jake Luna and Ryan Berner.... DESTIN!!!! hahaha,
Later on the semester was going and we got kicked out of the house. We all went out separate ways. I went to my parents house in Hilham, Justin went to his sister house, Chris went to his Dads in Dry Hollow and Megan moved in with her best friend Jessica Carr.
April 23, 2011.
This was a rough day, failures previously in Dahlonega. Then I went to hang out with Will Panaro Robison in Dawsonville. We went out on the lake with some of his buddies. It was my first time on a real sailboat. Then the world stopped turning. I got a call from one of my Dads best friends saying my mom had called and was crying and he couldn't understand what she said. I immediately called my mom she made me give the phone to Will. Then they talked for a few minutes and I knew something was wrong. It was taking too long. Then he hung up the phone and told me that there had been an accident with my sister Megan. I didn't know what to say or do, I had to ask him again and the words, they wouldn't hardly come out of my mouth. "she died???????" We we're on the lake in a sailboat that went one mile an hour... It was miserable. When we got back to the house Lauren was waiting on me to drive back to Tennessee with me. It was a long drive, I broke down in Ellijay not believing it. I called Justin and Brad Wright the two guys that lived with us throughout college. I didn't really want to go back. I was in no rush. We stopped to get boiled peanuts, tried to get sno cones, really anything to delay the sadness. Eventually we made it to Hilham around 1030 that night. Every light in the house was on, Chris and Jessica we're in the livingroom, the television was on but the screensaver was on. The house was real quiet. Then my family tells me to come into my parents room, I did. They were all laying down spooning on the bed. In the back was my Dad, then my Mom and finally April. I laid down in front of April. It was sad, I was fighting back tears... Eventually we all went to our respective beds and laid down. Some got sleep, some didn't. In the morning when I woke it was still unbelievable. It didn't seem real, it was not what any of us had wanted. There was a lot of confusion not knowing what to think. Random people stopping by and bringing food and other stuff. It was a long day at the house, we just sat around not really doing anything, watching TV random people came over, people were texting my phone, I didn't reply to many of them, but I appreciated every one of them. It was a weird day, random crying periods, sadness glooming in the air. Monday we went to the funeral home and the cemetery. That was rough, I felt like I had to stay strong for my parents. We made all the arrangements and set the visitation for Tuesday at 600PM and the funeral for Wednesday at 100PM. During this whole time Lauren was by my side when she was missing out on finals week at school. I couldn't believe all those who came to the visitation and the funeral. It's comforting to know that people care and are that compassionate. To know how much people cared for my sister was a great comfort as well. The funeral was rough, it rained, I mean it poured. Then when they went to lift the casket up to the top row of the mausoleum the sky jack wouldn't lift the weight of the two guys and everything else. As bad as it was it was sort of a comic relief in the middle of great sadness. Megan would have laughed her ass off and that is a solid fact. Afterwards everyone went home, some stayed at the house and wore off their welcome but that was alright. Lauren left to go home and take her finals. It was just the family and Chris. Days passed slowly, eventually, I got tired I didn't want to hear people tell me "sorry" at work but I wanted to get out of the house. I went to work at KFC and went back to school to finish up my finals. It was strange walking down the halls of Matthews Daniels (the Sociology/Psychology building) I would have sworn that I seen Megan two or three times back the first day. That was the last time that I seen Megan she was walking out of room 207 from taking a test or something and I seen her stand up so I waited for her out in the hallway. I don't remember what I had said something meaningless perhaps, "you decided to come to class today..." I can't remember. My Swimming Teacher Ranger Robyn talked to me in her office to make sure I was handling everything okay. We talked a little while she talked of some her loss's. Everyone was really kind to me during this time.
May 7, 2011, I graduated from Tennessee Technological University.
Late May 2011: I moved to Dawsonville. Worked at Sears for about 2.5 weeks and quit. Classic this lunch break is gonna last all afternoon. I'm not sure why exactly I wanted to move south so bad and took a job like sears. I suppose it may have been to get away from people asking me about Megan and just the overall sadness. My mom asked me "why don't you ever talk about Megan?" I knew that I had not, not that I hadn't thought of her. But, I felt guilty about the past 2 years living together and quite frankly just being mean to her. Not regarding her in a high manor. I would have been so mad had anyone else treated her like I had. But, then I realize that siblings often treat each other bad, but then there is the good stuff. Like, sitting in class together on the first day and the professor says, "Are you ....(guys related)" and BroDale responds "Nope" before he can even finish his sentence. Then I looked at our Facebook wall to wall from before we moved out and I remember all the good times. I remember going to Virginia Beach and Brasil. I remember riding back and forth to school with her. I remember walking to pool with her. Shooting bottle rockets, going to six flags and her being the only one to ride the roller coasters. I remember my lovely sister.
I've heard people say, "not a day goes by where I don't think about that..." I always thought it was exaggeration. I've lost people that meant a whole lot to me and other stuff but one day you're like "shit, now I can't say not a day goes by..." But, honestly not a day goes by where there's not a long thought of Megan.
I LOVE YOU SISTER.
