Matt was like my brother. He was always a great friend, and always a call away. We talked often, both in person, and on phone. We shared a common bond, the loss of our fathers, just weeks apart. Matt helped deliver the death notification of my dad's death, just after losing his own dad. I know it was difficult for Matt to do this terrible act of duty, so soon after he lost his own dad, and it was never lost on me that he was here for me. He was here that terrible day in my life, and was here ever since that day. We could relate to one another's loss. But Matt was more than that to me. Matt was one of my brothers in law enforcement. Matt knew he could call me when he was on duty, and needed some back-up. He knew that I would come out and help him, even if I was in bed already. Likewise, I knew if I needed to lean on him, when I needed anything, he would be here for me.
I'll miss my brother more than anyone will know. I wish he knew how much I relied on him, to help me through my tough times, and how much that I enjoyed helping him through his own tough times. The World is more empty without Matt.