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4 Years

 June 29th, 2018. 

4 years ago.

The day that changed me forever.

The day that made me a widow. 

The day that a piece of my soul died, and it felt like all the light was sucked out from my life.

The day that my heart was shattered, never to be whole again.

4 years...and I still carry my love and grief for him every single day. There will always be in a void in my heart from his absence. 

Matt, you are a part of me, and I will love you forever. Nothing will ever change that.You taught me so much in the 14 years I spent with you.

You taught me how to live.

You taught me how to love.

You taught me how to give.

You taught me how to keep the faith and fight in the face of adversity.

You taught me how to smile and laugh in the midst of life's trials.

You taught me to find joy in each day.

You taught me not to complain about life's circumstances, but instead, to use them to inspire other's and glorify God.

You taught me that it's okay to be vulnerable and to wear my heart on my sleeve.

You taught me to be soft and kind in a world that can be cruel and hard, but at the same time, to stand firm in my beliefs and in TRUTH.

You were a light in this world, a truly amazing and one-of-a-kind human being who is missed fiercely by so many. You made a difference in the lives of many in the short time that you were here. I can only hope to make half of the impact that you did.

Today, I remember you and honor you for the life you lived, for the example you set, for the love you filled my heart with, and for the joy you brought to my life.




















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