Matthew J. Wallace

Though the time passes, the sorrow remains. We cry, we feel, we try to be strong. We miss him, think of him, and wish he were here. He is in our heart, in our thought, in our memories. And in the end, the memories are what make us smile, even when the heart continues to weep.

MATT~
O boy where do I start? Well Its been a year now since u have passed. There is not a day that goes by that I dont think about you. I miss you terribly. As I walk around the house and see your pictures hanging on the wall and past your room and even in school by the pictures of your baseball team I feel like someone has taken away my life too. I feel so lost and empty with out you,but I know I have to be strong for mom and dad. I hope you are away from all the pain and suffering up...

Jack, Sandy and Jackie~~~ you know how much Matt means to me. I have never met a young man with more heart then that kid. I dont think there is a classmate of Matt's, or a parent of them that Matt has not touch in one way or another. We all know that God gives us gifts, and those gifts are to be shared. Matt shared with everyone the gift of living life with no boundries. I know Matt lives on in many more people then just his lucky donor receipients. And I hope you three know how dear each of...

Hey Matt, it has been a whole year already.. I hope you are doing fine. It was hard without you here but I managed knowing that I would some day see you again. The one year anniversery, I wore the clover pin and every asked and they were really caring. I hope that you take care and remember that I will always love you and miss you terribly.
Love always and forever,
Kirsten

Dear Matt,
Every day you creep into my thoughts, my prayers and out of my memory. I remember stopping to see you on one of my trips from California to New England. You were about three and riding a tricycle around a limited area. I had brought you a cowboy outfit and you proudly donned it and climbed right back on the tricycle, which was now a horsie! Like Katy, I remember the Christmases around the (congested) living room at your Grandfather and Grandmother Wallace's house, and later...

Matt is my cousin. I refuse to use the word "was," because his memory is still alive. Our geographical differences prohibited us from forming the relationship we should have had. We have to cherish all of our loved ones today, because you never know what you'll be missing. I am sure I missed a lot, living so far away from Matt. I do have memories though......................... I am five years older than Matt, but I remember spending holidays when he used to come to the East Coast. We would...

Matt:

It has been one year since you left us. I miss you terribly, and think of you constantly. I hope and pray that wherever you are, you are pain free and happy. I pray that Jesus has you in his loving arms and is caring for you. Trooper and Patches joined you right after you left us; I hope the three of you are together, as you so enjoyed each other in this life.
I can only hope that you did not suffer with the terrible headaches you experienced in this life. I hope that...

Matt was my nephew, my godson and my friend. I know our family will never be the same without him. He was always the happiest person and could light up a room with his smile. We planned to go to Las Vegas on his 21st Birthday and we talked about it whenever we got together. I am not sure what I will do on his 21st Birthday now.
I have many reminders about Matt all around my house from his baby picture on my vanity that I look at each morning to his graduation picture in my living room....

I am so-so sorry Jack and Sandy. I am just in shock. Matthew had such a "spark" about him......kind of like his dad. Matt liked his truck.....he liked it loud. I was lucky enough to have met both Jack and Matt thru my work (a collision repair shop) and I would see Matt from time to time while he was at work......at the Cub Foods store in Rosemount. What a great kid !! And how lucky he was, to have a family like you !!!!!
Take care and God Bless,
Sincerely,
Lori