MEGAN & BABY ABRAHAMSON

Megan was the kind of person who could see beauty where others saw only shadows. She painted not just on canvases, but on the hearts of those around her, leaving behind colors too vivid to fade. Art was in her hands, in her spirit, in the way she brought life into everything she touched. She was a creator—a dreamer who could take something broken and turn it into something worth saving.

Megan understood pain, but she also understood hope. Even as she faced her own struggles with addiction, she became a beacon for others fighting the same battle. She was the person who would sit beside you in your hardest moments, remind you why you were worth saving, and refuse to let you fall without a fight. She dedicated herself to keeping others alive, to helping them hold on just a little longer.

And then, there was the baby.

Motherhood was a new kind of love, one that filled Megan with joy, excitement, and a sense of purpose deeper than anything she had ever known. Those who knew her best remember the glow on her face at her baby shower, the happiness in her voice as she planned for the little life growing inside her. She spent those last days shopping with her mom, preparing, dreaming. For four days, she was so happy. For four days, she got to feel what it was like to be a mother preparing to meet her child.

Megan was already a mother in every way that mattered. She loved her baby fiercely, with a love that will never fade. Herl loved ones state, If she could hear one more thing, it would be this: You were going to be such a wonderful mommy. Because she was.

She had plans—so many plans.

She had already accomplished so much. She had one semester left in her B.A. and plans to serve the recovery community, to give back in a way only someone who had walked that road could. She had a vision for herself, for her child. A future that should have been.

But addiction is a thief, and it does not care how much you are loved, how hard you’ve fought, or how much is waiting for you on the other side. It took Megan and her baby in an instant, in a moment that should have never come.

And yet, love remains. It remains in the art she created, in the laughter she shared, in the kindness she gave so freely. It remains in the memories of those who stood beside her, those who loved her, those who will carry her legacy forward.

If there is one moment that those who loved her could relive, it would be the day she stood in front of the camera for her maternity photos, the way she smiled, the way happiness radiated from her like the warmth of the sun. It was a happy time, quickly ended. But in those moments, Megan was exactly who she was meant to be—a woman filled with love, with purpose, with joy.

She and her baby are together now, forever. And while this world lost two souls that day, their love—Megan’s love—will never, ever be lost.