Reading over all of the entries. ..still seeing that smile...and missing you. RIP Meg.

May your heart fill with Joy when you think of Meg.   I will miss Meg's smile and Grace.

Dear Meg,
While I was only one of the nurses that took care of you, I grew very fond of you and AdaIr.  You were always so full of Grace and you never complained. You always had a beautiful smile for everyone.  I enjoyed the fires that Adair lit for you.  Rest with God now Meg and continue to watch over Adair.

Meg, my other sister, you have left a great spirit with all of us. You were a great friend, but then again you still are and always will be. You are forever in our memories and your kindness, fondness for nature and all animals both large and small, and your love for all around you will never be forgotten. You are now in what has been promised to us to be the most beautiful place forever and always. You have left a tremendous and awesome impression on all who you touched. Be sure we will watch over Adair and keep her in our prayers. We will miss you.

    
Dearest Meg, my friend, my cousin, my neighbor,
Looking out at the bay, I always think of you.  My childhood was one adventure after another, simply because you were my playmate.  Long summer days, playing sea hunt or sliding in the mud.  It was perfect freedom. Why did we think our parents couldn't see us when we trudged around the bay, looking for shark teeth and other treasures, sinking in mud, and then sliding on our bellies?  
We also thought a perfect hiding place was lying in the tall grass in your grandfather's meadow.  Wrong!  They always knew where we were, and if we were doing something we weren't suppose to, we always got caught.  (Our mothers had eyes in the back of their heads.) But what fun we had!  It didn't matter if we were riding Patty, climbing trees, playing in the woods, or riding bikes.  Life seemed like a wonderful never-ending adventure.
Most of our time was spent outside.   We often ate lunch outside.  I remember your mother making kool aid for us.  The best place to eat our lunch was at your picnic table, or down at the picnic stand by the bay. It didn't matter if lunch was spaghetti, bologna or peanut butter and jelly.  It felt like we were on holiday.
My childhood is filled with memories of you:  Camp Dorothy Thomas, your Dad taking us camping in the boat, ball room dance classes, catching crabs and fish, and then getting our parents to fry our shiners.  If we were lucky, we managed to talk our parents into letting us spend warm summer nights camping in a makeshift tent beside the bay.  Of course during the night, the tent always fell on our heads and the fiddler crabs found us.
Halloween was the best.  We had free run of the neighborhood. Between Bayview Avenue and the trailer parks, we completely filled our bags with goodies.  I remember your grandmother's popcorn balls (and her orange juice popsicles).  (I also remember your grandfather growing, and letting us eat, tomatoes, star apples and litchi nuts.)  Remember Mr. Wright?  At Halloween, he usually had ice cream for us.
What about the Pram Fleet? We sailed on the hot Sundays in summer and the cold days in winter.   In winter, the cold water sprayed us and the sharp wind blew through us.  You were a great sailor, much better than me, but stopping at the Dairy Kurl after the races for a banana split or chocolate ice cream made even losing worthwhile. 
I think the first time we got together was at your birthday party.  Maybe you were four or five. I can't really remember.  But I do remember that almost every day, as soon as we were big enough, we crossed the two by four bridge, over the ditch, to play. As children we didn't always agree. (I think both of us inherited a little family stubbornness.) But we never stayed apart for long. After all, it was more fun being together.  
We grew up and went our separate ways, but we never forgot the good times, and the bond was always there.  As an adult, thoughts of you have always warmed my heart and put a smile on my face.  My children never met you, but they have always known your name. Meg, my friend, you have always been loved, and already are greatly missed.   You hold a special place in my life and in my heart.  Much love, Marilyn

Ok, so the funniest story ever, I got to share a day with Meg and Adair.  They introduced me to the art of "Oystering".  We had a great time and Adair played Captain, while Meg and I beat the **ap out of those oysters.  On the way back in, Meg wanted to go red fishing...I sided with Meg and we ended up in a beautiful canal, surrounded by testosterone...two boats filled with men on either side.  We were having a great time fishing, looking for "the big one".  I naturally saw the amused gaze of our fellow fishermen as they saw a boat filled with 3 ladies.  I began to taunt them, telling them to move on, that we would catch the big one and impress them with our skills.  Long story short, I went to cast, tripped over the trolling motor and landed into the icy cold water.  This was in like February.  OMG we laughed til we cried, Meg and Adair had to help me get changed while the men held in their laughter as I glared at them and dared them to say something.  A bit of a long post, Adair, Meg and Kris are special to me and some of the kindest and nicest people that I have been blessed to be around.  I am fortunate to call them my friends.  RIP Meg, you are truly missed and I WILL hunt down that redfish.  (thanks for letting me take the credit for that one catch :)

I have so many wonderful memories of Meg I don't know where to start. I'm going to miss her so much.I Love You Aunt Meg!!!!

I love the photos you've posted, thanks so much for reminding me so beautifully of Meg!  I have fond memories of our family trip to Puerta Vallarta, where we all got to know each other, and the many other times we were together too. with love from Andrea and Dennis

I have fond memories of Meg when we all were teenagers. I remember her contagious smile. She always could make me laugh! Her time to smile in Heaven!

You were so greatly loved and your kind and generous spirit will be deeply missed. I am praying for peace for those left behind and that their grief will soon turn to joy in the comfort their memories of you will bring them.

OBITUARY

Mary "Meg" McMullen

November 27, 1951 – November 15, 2013

Macrini-Wilder Funeral Home

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