I’ve often thought about why Meg’s story has touched so many people. Was it the fact that she was a mom of 3 young children? Was it because she was a woman of faith? Was it the fact that she died doing what she loved? I very much believe that for each of us it’s different. Some of us knew her, others didn’t. Some of us have been a part of Meg’s Miles from the very beginning, others haven’t.
What we all have in common is that we’re human. Which means we are all going to die at some point in our lives. It could be 50 years from now. It could be tomorrow. We just don’t know. THAT is the reason Meg’s story resonates with us deep within our hearts. Facing our own mortality is not something we do on a daily basis. Or even on a montly or yearly basis. But Meg’s tragic accident forces us to think about it whether we want to or not. We are faced with leaving our friends and loved ones behind – and really thinking about what that would look like.
Who will still be around when we die? Will our parents be alive? Siblings? What about our spouse? Even more gut wrenching to think about is our children. Leaving our babies behind is something we just don’t want to think about. What does this picture look like? How would our daily routine look without us in it?
Who would go with Peyton to the Book Fair at school twice a year? Who would rub her back when she’s having trouble falling asleep at night? Who would know the specific brand and style of jeggings she wears? Who will recognize her cough as an allergy cough, not a sick cough? Who would sing at the top of their lungs with her in the car on the way to school in the morning?
I have tears as I write this thinking about my daughter growing up without me. Meg’s children are growing up without their mommy. The mom who comforted them when they were scared or sick. The mom who cheered them on at their games and was clapping the loudest at their theater performances. The mom who prayed with them. The mom who hugged them goodbye and told them she loved them as they got on the school bus every morning. Including that last time on January 13, 2014.
The great thing about Meg’s Miles and all the amazing men and women who are a part of this community, is that our hearts are full of giving. Many of us wear our hearts on our sleeve. When one of us hurts, we all hurt. When one of us celebrates victory, we all jump up and down. When we all come together once a year in November, we all feel the pain, the sadness, the heartache, the love, & the gratitude.
It may be difficult to explain in words, but goes without saying that we understand each other.