5 years ago....

(I have never shared this story before and have been debating over it for a few days, but I figure if it could possibly help one person than it was worth it.)
5 years ago today, I was dating a guy named Stephen. We met my sophomore year of college. We were basically inseparable from the day we met. We dated for about 5 months before we moved in together, which is really crazy to me looking back because I was only 19 years old. I never thought twice about my decision. We moved in together and immediately started playing house. We got along great and rarely had disagreements. We were so young, but for me this is what I had always wanted. I wanted to get married young and have kids young. However, this wasn't in god's plan for me. Stephan and I talked a lot about marriage and he too wanted to have kids young. We were renting a house and were looking into buying a house to start all of our dreaming in. I felt my life was complete, there was nothing more I wanted. I was going to school to be a teacher and I had a great boyfriend and we were going places, we had a future together. Stephen loved to hunt. He hunted every weekend of hunting season. I mean every weekend. He would hunt with anyone who would go with him. His favorite though was to hunt with his dad. 5 years ago today he went hunting with his dad. This would be the day that changed my life. He got up at 3:00 am to meet his dad. He was running late because they were supposed to be leaving at 3. I don't remember much about that morning but I do remember I though he had left, but he came back into the room and kissed me and told me he loved me. I got up that day and got ready for work. He called me while I was getting ready for work and told me about how he had just missed a huge deer. This was the last time I talked to him. I went to work that day as usual. I got a call at about 3:30pm from his mom telling me that Stephen's dad had broken his leg and they were airlifting him to baptist east. She asked me to call Stephen and tell him to drive his dad's truck home from the woods they were hunting in. They were hunting in Selmer, TN which is about an hour an a half from here. This didn't make sense to me because I figured Stephen would have had to be the one who called to get his dad airlifted to the hospital. I called him anyways and he did not answer. A few minutes later Stephen's mom, Kay called me back. She sounded upset, so I asked her if she wanted me to meet her at the hospital cause I was almost done at work. She said she did so I finished up what I was doing. She called me back a third time and told me I needed to get there soon. I left work as fast as I could and I kept calling Stephen all they way there, but he wasn't answering. I never thought much of him not answering. I assumed he was driving his dad's truck back and probably knowing him had the windows down and the radio up. I got to the hospital and there was a man waiting for me at the door. He asked me if I was Megan and I said yes, I thought to myself "wow this is so nice they have someone waiting for me to show me where everyone is". While we were walking his aunt walked up and was crying. I figured Stephen's dad was in really bad shape. We walked around to a room where Kay and a few other people were standing. She walked up to me and hugged me and told me that Stephen had died. I was so confused. What had happened. How was this happening to me? Things like this didn't happen to me...I had heard about crazy things like this but they had never happened to me.



~Megan