Monday, May 16, 2016
Oh, my - I was searching for information on former healthcare providers to fill in gaps in my records, and I was saddened to find this obituary. Meg was my therapist during the short time I lived near Chapel Hill (1997-1999), working on a Master's degree at UNC. I have only positive memories of my discussions with her. She was perceptive, kind, and patient, always a calming presence. I doubt I could have fought through all the daily stresses to finish my degree without her counsel. I'm sorry I can't say this to her personally, but I hope my words reinforce for her loved ones what I'm sure they already knew: Meg touched many lives with her work, and helped at least this young (at the time) woman to win enough battles against depression and anxiety that she was able to accomplish what she set out to achieve.
My condolences to Meg's family and friends, even at this late date. Grief doesn't really go away with time in my experience, even though it eventually gets easier to manage. I wish you all peace.
(P.S.: I'm also from Virginia - my roots are in Roanoke and Botetourt counties. If I had known that Kemper was Meg's family name, I probably would have asked her if we might be distantly related: my maternal grandmother was a Camper, which name her ancestor anglicized from Kemper when he immigrated to Virginia from Germany sometime before the Revolutionary War. I'm not exactly a genealogy buff, but I do find such connections interesting.)
