It has taken me awhile to be able to write this because, honestly, it still doesn’t feel real. And I don’t want it to be real.

The Doyons were the very first family we met on the road, and I honestly don’t know if we would have made it through that first year without them.

There is something incredibly special about RVing. You meet people on the road, and friendships happen quickly. You spend so much time together, sharing meals, campfires, adventures, holidays and everyday life, that somehow, people you’ve just met can become like family.

That’s exactly what happened with the Doyons.

I’ll never forget when we surprised Rylie for her birthday. We had only just met, but the Doyons drove for hours to be there and help make her day special. That was Meg. She had a way of making everyone feel special and loved.

We traveled all over the country together and made some of the most incredible memories. Lobster bakes in Maine. Thanksgiving dinner together in California. Living it up in Key West. Endless 2 AM campfire conversations where we could talk about absolutely anything and everything.

So many of those magical moments happened because of Meg. She was the BEST mom and always the one planning the next adventure, thinking of something fun for all of us to do or finding a way to make an ordinary day feel special.

Looking back, I realize just how lucky we were to meet them when we did. We were figuring out this crazy life on the road, and they became such an important part of our story.

I wish we could go back and have just one more night around that campfire. One more adventure. One more conversation that lasted until 2 AM.

I will forever be grateful that our paths crossed, and I will always be thankful for all the memories Meg helped create.

Rest in peace, Meg. You are loved, unforgettable and will always hold a special place in my heart. 🤍