Initially when I first started this post I was trying to 1st get some type of understanding about how having lived in the Jehovah Witness culture has impacted thier members in the way it had impacted Megan. 2nd I was trying to build some type of case against Megans parents to help me fight my custody battle. I have come to the realazation that There are many Megans out their and also there are alot of people like me out there too. I am living day to day with the loss of my Megan. This pain has driven me to the brink of destruction only to have my prayers answered by god in the most unexpected ways. I have seen people respond and reach out to one another in ways I had not even considered. I have felt the empathy of people who have truely stood in my shoes and It is more than appreciated. I would hope that this form does not fade away
I cry every time I visit this section of your and I guess I can say now even though I have never been a witness, Our web site. They say tears are a way to clens the soul (god I wish this thing had a spell checker) Lyin I feel your pain and loss every one who has sincerly posted here I thank them for it. I will not use any of this in my endevour to gain my childrens custody these stories I feel are sacred and meant only for healing. As they are helping to heal me.
The day megan died I was writing a poem. The reason I initally wrote this poem was to thank megan's aunt peggy and uncle danny for them always being there for megan and myself and our children. I had just finished the poem and called home to read it to megan when I discovered from my son that megan had left a note on the table and he did not know where she was although her car was in the driveway.
Family and friends a gift from God
Always, understanding
With an approving nod
A warm smile always there
Given from people who truly care
Our kids we worry and fret about
Oh how funny to hear Chris shout
Kenny a joy beyond all belief
Allen learning something, "what a relief"
In times of trouble and despair
You’re the ones who are always there
To give us shelter and relief
To somehow lessen the grief
A hand to hold
Before we fall
These, things are precious
To us all
Megan, Larry, Allen, Christopher, Kenny