Why do people have to die? I guess it’s to make life important. I for one have been so wrapped up in planning out my future and complaining about the past to really get involved in the present. I think for that reason alone London was so important to me this past summer. I actually lived in the moment. I lived life! I was in a place I had never been, both physically and mentally.
I made a friend that showed me I took life way too seriously. I’m typically someone who can be very silly but when it comes to such things as responsibilities and repercussions, I become quite prudent. I called it practical and she called it boring. I can honestly say I have never been easily influenced by others. Hence, why I still buy Hilary Duff songs on iTunes and wear leggings even though they are very “last season”. In high school, peer pressure was never an issue. I never partied and I never had to say “no” to drugs because I was simply never offered any. What I am trying to say, is that I have never been talked in, or talked out of doing something, not by someone who was just a friend anyways, until I met Katharine.
Katharine or Kitty Kat, as only I can call her, came into my life at a time when I needed her most, a very pivotal point for me (I understand this may sound cliche but it doesn’t make it any less true). We bonded over things no one could possibly understand, and after just seven weeks together I looked to her as a sister, in all forms of the word. Sisters have an unbreakable relationship, have lived under the same circumstances, and always share clothes! Kitty Kat and I celebrated our “seven week anniversary” together on our last night in London, and exactly seven weeks later she would be diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of leukemia.
During those seven weeks together she talked me into so many things I would have never done, both good things and bad things. I believe she was an angel, although she could be quite the little devil at times too. She is the reason I got my first tattoo! She planned our spontaneous trip to Ireland, made me watch all four seasons of The Office within one week, dragged me all around the city in a quest for a thick and creamy American milkshake (Thank goodness McDonald’s is global), and most of all taught me to be happy with life and find peace in that particular moment, a concept that I have vowed to live out from now on.
My public blog must end here. I am doing my best to keep this light. I could write (and have written) pages on Kitty Kat and all that she means. The truth is the world will never know the loss it has suffered with her passing. I do not know what Heaven will be like. I pray for her sake it is filled with chocolate milkshakes and California rolls.
Kitty Kat, you brought me peace. I hope you have found rest in yours.
Here we are at the Tower of London...She thought it would be fun if we volunteered to participate in a historical re-enactment of catapult shooting...
Meggie Michael
2 comments:
dear Megan,
Thank you for sharing. I know how much she loved you. I am glad you have made her part of you. I imagine little bits of her soul are in the people who meant so much to her and that makes you all the more special. I would like to see your pictures. Love, Kat's Mom
Megan,
Thank you sharing this with my mom (and me). I loved talking to Casey at 1AM (London time) when she had just gotten back in. I heard about all your parties in the lounge and all her adventures with you! I think that was truly one of the happiest experiences of her life. And I am so grateful that you were there to share it with her.
Love,
Libby
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