Remembering Megan

Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.

Megan Alessa Mallatt
10.26.85 - 2.15.04

Today marks another anniversary for the Pittsburg community.  Today we remember another one of ours taken much too soon.  Today, we remember Megan.

Megan was one of those girls you wanted to hate.  And I mean that in the most sincere way possible. She clearly was stunning.  Her long blonde hair was perfect in every way.  And her eyes were just as gorgeous.  She was smart, popular and so much fun.  As an incoming freshman she was one of those girls the upperclassmen boys were already talking about and many of us girls envied.  But there was absolutely no way you couldn't like Megan.  No matter how hard you tried, her smile and laughter were un-hateable.  So you can imagine how stunned our community was to lose such a gorgeous, bright young star.   

     

I had the pleasure of spending countless hours with Megan as members of the dance team in high school.   We were on the squad for two years together which meant 7:30 AM practices Monday through Friday and of course DANCE CAMP!!!  One of the funniest things I remember about Megan was her obsession with skin.  And by skin, I mean dead, peeling skin.  I'll never forget us gawking over how disgusting we thought it was that she loved peeling Vanessa's sunburned skin off her shoulders.  She would have made an awesome dermatologist!

Blaire (Jr), Me (Sr) and Megan (Soph)

Winter Homecoming 2002

In high school, for whatever reason, I thought it would be a fabulous idea to record my senior year.  Every party I toted a sweet video camera and recorded all the shenanigans of teenage life in Pittsburg, KS.  I remember Megan recording one night and accidentally dropping the camera.  She felt so bad but we giggled it off as she apologized to the camera itself for dropping it.

Those are just a few of the several memories I have with her.  There were plenty of others.  Birthday parties at her house, homecoming dances and concerts.

Megan filled our lives with joy.  It's hard not to be sad when thinking of her.  It's hard not knowing where she'd be today.  The last time I talked to her was about a month and a half before she died.  She had been accepted to KU and I was so excited she would be joining me. We'd already teared up Mass St. a few years earlier when we went to visit her brother, Ryan and somehow got in to the bars as little naive high schoolers.

To Megan's family:  I can't imagine how hard it is to see all of us growing up.  To watch as we get married and have children knowing Megan was robbed of all of those precious things in life little girls dream of.  But as we continue to grow old, get married and have babies know there is a little bit of Megan in us all.  I know she'll be there with me when I finally walk down the aisle.  Megan was a true blessing.  I hope that you find comfort in knowing how loved she was and how much she impacted every person's life she ever encountered.  She truly was an angel sent from God.  Rejoice in the 18 years you had with her.  Brenda & Keith - you should be proud of the wonderful daughter you raised.  Never forget that.

Join her Facebook page:  In Loving Memory

So today marks another anniversary.  Another year without.  Without her physical presence only.  She's here with us everyday.  Just look around.  The warmth of the sun.  The chill of a cool breeze. The chirping of a spring song.  The petal of a newly budded rose.  All the beauty of the world is Megan.

-Stay Sassy, xo