Dear Stric Paul, Teta Cvetka, Steve and Rob. Words can't describe the sadness that has been following me around for the past few days. I am extremely proud to call Matthew my cousin, as he lived his life in such a selfless manner. As a child and adolescent, I remember Matthew as being a determined problem solver, always looking to help his family. There are so many memories of him organizing garage sale and fishing trips up at the cottage, and being the first to rent the movies and pick up the marshmallows for the bonfire so that all the cousins would be happy. Somehow amazingly, he once even convinced the Howard Johnson to lend 9 kids GameGear systems on our family trip to Ottawa. That was the type of determined and tenacious person he was. Over the years, I never once heard Matthew complain about the hand he was dealt concerning his health. Had my parents never told me in my late teens, I would have never known about his condition, simply because he never let it show, or used it as an excuse. He will be truly missed by the many people whose lives he touched, but our memories of him will help us all see the brighter side of life.