It’s been a while since I posted – it’s not that noteworthy events haven’t been happening; it’s just that one in particular is difficult to write about.
Last Monday, my little brother’s best friend died in his sleep at the age of 25. He was a second year law student with a wife and eight month old daughter. He and my brother were the best men at each others’ weddings and as close as too friends could be. I flew home as soon as I found out and spent three days with my brother and his wife attending the viewing, the funeral and the spontaneous gatherings which occurred on our porch as friends stopped by to reminisce and console one another. As I later told my brother, the event was the saddest and in many ways, most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
My brother gave a beautiful speech at the funeral during which he recounted a story involving him and Matt during a trip to Greece:
We were at the beach jumping off of rocks into the ocean. We kept finding higher and higher rocks off of which to jump. Finally, we made our way out to a rock a full five-minute swim away from the shore and climbed it. This rock was giant – much higher than any of the others, and when Matt looked at me, he could tell I was scared. Seeing this, he said to me ‘I’m jumping off this rock, and if you don’t jump with me, I’m going to climb back up here and throw you off!’ This story is very indicative of the kind of relationship Matt and I had – he was always pushing me to better myself.
Matt – I knew you as a person, a husband and a father, but most of all as my little brother’s best friend. The most painful thing I have ever experienced is watching the grief your passing is causing him – I’m certain though that the joy your friendship brought him was more than worth the sadness he feels today. Goodbye Matt – we will all miss you very much.