Matt's Mysteries. Age 17
by Jackie Dean
Matt turned 17 on June 26, 1996. On June 27, 1996 he died tragically when a drunk driver pulled out in front of a dump truck while the driver was looking at his phone and he turned into Matt's truck while he was pulling onto to the highway. A series of events that would end his life and forever alter those of us left to mourn him.
He was our middle child the sweet quiet good natured young man that made you smile when he came into a room or poked his head in your door. Thick beautiful blonde hair that you just couldn't help but run your fingers thru when he'd let you. Calm sky blue eyes that reminded you of a clear day with white fluffy clouds and sunshine. He like star gazing and would lay his 6 foot long body on the old picnic table pointing out constellations to his little brother or anyone who was trying to figure out what he was doing on those bright starry nights. Always had a book, loved music, was crazy about his girlfriend....he was just a nice boy.
He wrote things like.."Good friendships are born of time, nurtured with understanding and sustain us even in difficulty. I have good friends." Or. "At times I feel like a caterpillar shedding my cocoon ready to spread my wings to heaven." And. "My family, ha, my family is not unique they are a mixture of every emotion, every opinion, every fashion! They are big small fat tall Devils and angels hearts of stone, glass and yet they are warm and loving and loyal, they are to put it plainly a family. And I really love my family because they chose me and I can't ever imagine not being with them, because they know what love is and you just feel it no matter if there are 2 or 50 altogether I have the perfect family."
I found his journals on our computer where he worked on his debate and other homework after he died and when I began reading I became so protective of his thoughts and wanted to keep them all for myself. Like I was the only one feeling the loss more and more as the void became overwhelming yet somehow comforting.