My name is Gina, and one of my very best and first friends upon moving to Maine was named Megan Beane. She lives just down the road from me and was my first friend here. Megan was special, a true spitfire princess, kind, caring and on an ego trip 24/7 (we ALL know this, and loved her for it). She learned this from her parents, Cindy and John (except the ego trippin’ Princess part , that came from, well, God only knows who, certainly not her parents), who are two of the kindest, most honest, loving people on this planet. Sadly, 19 years ago today, July 8th, Megan’s life was cut short by an irresponsible driver, less than a month after we graduated high school, ripping away Cindys only child, a pain I now as a mother, cannot even fathom. This year officially marks that period of time when Megan has been gone longer than we got to love her, a horrible realization for any parent. Cindy and John, both now retired, were doing ok until a few years ago, when they got further devastating news that John has Dementia, and if you know about dementia, you know the mental, physical and financial toll it to has on both the person with dementia, and their caregiver. It is devastating, almost as though watching the person you know and love slowly die, right before your eyes, while they are still here. As if this wasn’t enough, their sweet, wild dog, Frankie has torn a ligament in his leg, and needs surgery. John and Cindy are animal lovers and refuse to let Frankie go on with pain and suffering, and have scheduled a surgery for the repair for this coming Thursday. The estimated cost is $6,000, an amount far beyond what they can afford on a fixed income. They have taken out a bank loan, but truly can’t afford it. They are refusing to ask for help, because that is absolutely not their style. I, however, will beg and grovel for help for them, because Megan is not here to do so. We all know she’d have been the first to crowdsource for anyone, but because she’s gone and they are like parents to me, here we are. I know times are tight, but if you ever had the privilege to know and love Meg, please donate if you can, like and share if you cannot, anything to help her parents, because she can’t She would have tackled you in a hug for even a dollar donation, and been so genuinely grateful that her friends are still loving and supporting her parents as they continue to walk their journey with grief and dementia. The extra $500 is because their dryer broke last week, because, ya know, when it rains, it pours, especially in Maine. Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts for helping give Cindy and John some peace of mind.
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