Matthew J. Ethier

He died and a part of me died with him...

I lived and a part of him lives with me...

How would I begin to say that one day he came and stayed to fill the hole that was inside my heart...
I found myself wondering about just going through emotions of grief and finding myself in such a crying state at every minute of my day...there I was for some reason in the store we would go to get the lyrics of his reason...I wondered why and didn't forget the spots there he visited...and I found myself looking where he would have took me to...only to show me how all of my hidden...

God Bless Matthew forever and on this special day he would have been 43...

He came to me and showed me how I needed to say my farewell. I am so gratefull to him and how he opened my eyes to it all.

Common fortune seeks us all and slips our binding rings we'll turn our heads and make us reel we'll bare our arms as wings...before our feet a feather drifts beyond us it will fall...cause time will bid and make us rise...make feathers of us all...My love he breatheed the air of kings yet fell beneath his luck and in his heart a yearning yet before his time shook all the gifts that God had gave and those fate denied gone to where all treasures laid and where the feather flies...
but...

Just by reading the thoughts and prayers that have been sent it shows and tells everyone how important life is and how Matt viewed life. Matt is and always will be a part of my thoughts every single day. He seemed to have such a special way that everyone couldn't help but admire and see. His touch was like nothing I have ever had nor will I forget. His music seemed to be how he would cope with his day. He would hold the lyrics in his heart it seemed. He was always there for me and I really am...

Just by reading the thoughts and prayers that have been sent it shows and tells everyone how important life is and how Matt viewed life. Matt is and always will be a part of my thoughts every single day. He seemed to have such a special way that everyone couldn't help but admire and see. His touch was like nothing I have ever had nor will I forget. His music seemed to be how he would cope with his day. He would hold the lyrics in his heart it seemed. He was always there for me and I really am...

Dear Maureen: Sorry to hear about your son. It has to be the most difficult thing to bear. God be with him.

Be assured of my prayers for Matthew and also for the family.
With prayers,
Bro. Michael Lautieri o.c.s.o.
Holy Spirit Monastery
Conyers, GA

Matt was a great man and I will miss him a lot. I enjoyed the conversations I had with him because when I spoke to him you could tell that he really did care. He was genuine. He was a joy to be around and I'll miss him.