Matthew was one of a kind. He was greatly loved and had a smile and a laugh that was contagious! And those intense blue eyes. Matthew was very lovable and kind. He never met a stranger, and he was full of life! He had an outgoing personality and if you were his friend or family, you better believe he had your back for sure. He believed in family values and was a good son, dad, brother, uncle, cousin, nephew, friend.
Matthew was strong. He was courageous, he knew no fear yet he was gentle and kind. He was the guy that you wanted on your team. Matthew was always full of life, energetic, upbeat, and positive. He was the best son, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin, or friend we could ever have. He had a huge, kind heart, he loved his family and friends, and his heart beat was his beautiful daughter. He was the middle child of 3 sons, all close in age and he remained close to his 2 brothers into adulthood. Matthew was very kind, generous, and intelligent. He was also our most stubborn child and anything he put his mind to he would accomplish. Matthew was competitive, athletic, and outgoing. He loved the outdoors, family beach vacations, riding his Harley, fishing, and hunting. Matthew loved wildlife and had a special fondness and knowledge of birds. Matthew was a bricklayer by trade since the age of 15. He was good at his craft and took pride in his work. Matthew had a smile that lit up the whole house. Matthew was a great cook! He made the best macaroni salad and the best spaghetti and meatballs. Matthew was proud of his Italian heritage. Matthew was always adventurous,and he seemed to do just about everything "first" in the family. He walked when he was only 7 months old. His daughter says her dad was very talented and she is right. He liked to laugh and have a good time. For a "tough guy" he could be very sensitive at times; he got that from me. He liked being with his family especially his daughter. They were like 2 peas in a pod, always playing and laughing. He was so good with her. He taught her many things like to tie her shoes and to work her math problems. He was smart. He was a good person. He never wanted to hurt his family. He loved us and we loved and continue to love him.
Matthew got addicted to Xanax in 2015. He hid it well. He had stuggled hard with alcohol since his devastating divorce in 2011 but then decided to quit, went to the doctor, was prescribed benzodiazepines for "anxiety" and soon became addicted. He became withdrawn from family and friends which was totally out of character for him. His life was spiraling downward; he got suspended from the Bricklayers Union, wrecked automobiles several times, his fiancé left him. He finally went to rehab in December of 2015, relapsed in January after being out of the program for about a week, and was in jeopardy of losing custody of his daughter. After relapsing, Matthew went to and completed an out patient program while living at our residence temporarily. Matthew once said to me "I can beat this drug mom, it's not going to define who I am, I'm stronger than this." I believed him, I truly did. Everything seemed to be going good. He finished the program, he was going to meetings, he was reinstated to the union, everything was settled with his daughter, he was moving back to his own home on April 1. I found him unresponsive in his bed in our guest room the morning of March 24, 2016. We called 911 and started CPR. The autopsy report revealed small amounts of 3 drugs in his system. But for him they were fatal. My world crashed and ended that day.
His beautiful daughter Keirsten.
I miss everything! Every single thing about Matthew!!! I miss his voice, I miss seeing him play and be silly with his daughter. I miss him telling me he loves me and texting " Goodnight, I love you." I miss our conversations over a cup of coffee or his random phone calls during the day just to say hello. I miss our trips to the beach and our family gatherings. I miss him so much. My heart broke into a million pieces the day my precious son died and I don't think it will ever be put back together again. I will miss him until the day I die. I miss 3:33...that was the time he was born. I miss my beautiful, kindhearted son. I miss his jokes and sense of humor, I miss the smell of his favorite cologne. I miss him every time we are gathered as a family. I miss him every morning of every day!!!