Meghan.

A friend of mine passed away a couple of days ago. Her name was Meghan and all she wanted was to make it to Christmas. She passed away not long after midnight on December 22nd.

It's hard for me to imagine there being a god when he would allow someone to suffer as much as she did and at such a young age. Meghan was only a couple of years older than me and she was diagnosed with neuroendocrine cancer a month after my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. My dad lived for just over 6 months after his diagnosis and he would often talk to Meghan on the found. She was a comfort for him. Meghan fought on for 3 years more than my dad. Her spirit and eternal hope would've kept her around forever. It was her body that couldn't fight anymore.

Meghan and I went to the same elementary school. We both won the spelling bee. She was always kind and truly one of the nicest people in the world. There isn't a bad thing to be said about her. I wish she would've lived beyond all of us.

A lot of things don't make sense to me. Why her? Not that anyone deserves to die, but she definitely didn't. One of the last things she did before she passed was have me do a piece of art for her friend who has been watching her two cats. She wanted me to draw her friend's cats as a thank you for watching her cats. Meghan posted the piece on her facebook and implored anyone looking for art to reach out to me. She changed her profile picture. She posted a status about how this was near the end and that was it. To even go out of her way to write about me left me speechless. I couldn't believe it. Here was a girl, fighting to live, writing a glowing review for me. So, I wanted to share that piece with all of you.

I am lucky to be here. I am fortunate to have made it through Christmas. Tomorrow I am going to her funeral. There's never enough time. We all take everything for granted. Stop doing that. Breathe in and breathe deep. Nothing is guaranteed.

To Meghan.