Matthew J. Ibarria

Matthew James Ibarría, 23, beloved son of Donna Harnish and Ricardo Ibarría, and brother of Ricardo J. Ibarría was taken away from us on December 9, 2013.

Matthew was a very special human being with a great heart and a deep and profound desire to do good for the world. Matthew wanted to make the world a better place for all of us to live in. He firmly believed that whenever there is a person in need, there is always an opportunity for kindness and to make a difference in someone's life. He was often the life of the social setting he was in. He was creative and made people laugh, sometimes being joyfully silly in the process. As a child he was very energetic and precocious, and there was never a dull moment. He loved nature, animals, music, basketball and snowboarding. He was enamored of Genius, Invention and the Spiritual world and he spent his last years in much reflection and meditation on these wondrous and grand subjects.

Matt was born in Miami where he lived until he was 6, and then relocated with his family to Sydney, Australia for three years. In 1999 he moved back to the US where with his brother and mother he relocated to Melbourne. He attended Covenant Christian School, Johnson Middle School, and graduated in 2008 from Eau Gallie High School. He attended Broward Community College and University of South Florida. He visited with his father regularly in Miami and shared time with his paternal family.

In addition to Australia, Matthew traveled internationally to Singapore, Thailand, Canada (Vancouver and Quebec), the Cayman and US. Virgin Islands, the Bahamas and Mexico. Within the US he went snowboarding in Utah, Colorado and West Virginia, and once made a cross country trip on his own all the way to Oregon in the west, and New Jersey in the east.
He leaves behind a devastated family which is pained by the loss of his presence here with us. God called him and said come with me and I will give you peace. His memory will be with us ALWAYS as we wait to re-unite with him when our time in this life comes to an end. We, still in this life, will certainly miss him greatly and shed a tear, or a thousand perhaps, while we wait for the sunset of our own lives.
He is survived by: his mother, Donna Harnish , father Ricardo Ibarría , brother Ricardo Jonathan Ibarría, maternal grandmother Carolyn Harnish; paternal grand-mother, Aida Ibarría, his step mother Elvira Ibarría, step-sisters Veronica and Elizabeth , many uncles, aunts and cousins, and lastly, his cat Tea-cup.

A Celebration of Matthew's life will be held at 12 noon, Saturday, December 14, at Fountainhead Funeral Home, 7359 Babcock St. SE, Palm Bay, FL 32909. (321) 727-3977. An online guestbook is available at www.fountainheadfuneralhome.com for friends and family to sign.

EULOGIES:

Tom and Carol Howard Eulogy (Friends of family)

CAROL HOWARD

I am Carol Howard, this is Tom we are the friends of the family. Donna has asked me to speak. First we want to say how sorry we are to all of you. So so sorry..

I wanted to start on a personal not. I want to say something about my experience with Matthew. To say the least he was not boring. I met him when his brother and he came to Covenant Christian School. As is true with most younger brothers he wanted to hang out with his older brother and his friends. He wanted to be where the action was. Well, he succeeded at that. Many times, not just because of the hanging out with his brother and his brined, but because Matthew "was " the action.
One small example was when in youth group was underway, and Matthew got a spectacular nosebleed that precipitated a series of events that culminated in Rj and Joe coming to his aid. Only for Rj and Joe to end up in trouble and Matthew to disappear completely. He was later found hiding in the closet from all the commotion that had ensued.

However, even with all the excitement and difficulties he presented his family and that surrounded Matt, he was an endearing young man who was in need of and desirous of "relationship". I can't say I know whether his last day with us was contemplated or simply a panicked reaction to another challenge in his life.
But these things I know.

Death is our enemy. We will all face it. It is not the end.
We are all weak and of ourselves.
Even "Young men grow weary…."

We all are always in need of relationship.
It is imperative that we grieve our losses and that we do not do it alone.

And it is God that gives our life its meaning.

So Amidst this loss, the issue of Relationship stands out to me. There are four verses in Ecclesiastes that say this:
"Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other to succeed. If one person falls the other can reach out and help. But someone In who falls alone is in real trouble. Likewise two people lying together can keep each other warm. But who can one be warm alone? A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back to back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple braded cord I not easily broken.

Much more to learn.. I know that the need for this family does not end here.
I hold to the reality of God's love for Matt within the midst of his struggle and beyond.
Please remember to "stand back to back" and lean hard into God.
Everyone matters.. just look around and see how lives one life has touched.

TOM HOWARD (to be added)

I'M NOT A BIBLE SCHOLAR
I'M NOT AN EXPERT ON MATT'S LIFE
BUT I AM A FRIEND ATTEMPTING TO HELP CARRY THE BURDEN OF GRIEF
I AM A "PILGRIM, SEPTIC WITH DOUBT"….LIKE MANY OF YOU……AMIDST THE DOUBT HOWEVER, I AM CONVINCED OF SEVERAL THINGS: I KNOW THAT MATT WAS LOVED BY HIS FAMILY-I'M COMFORTED BY THAT ALL IN DIFFERENT WAYS-PERSISTENT/LONG SUFFERING

MATT COULD BE ALL CONSUMING….BUT UNIQUE AND DELIGHTFUL

C.S. LEWIS WROTE, "I BELIEVE IN CHRISTIANITY AS I BELIEVE THE SUN HAS RISEN….NOT ONLY BECAUSE I SEE IT, BUT BECAUSE BY IT, I SEE EVERYTHING ELSE" BECAUSE OF THIS, I KNOW THAT MATT WAS LOVED BY GOD….A LOVE NOT BASED ON PERFORMANCE OR IMPACTED BY THINGS OF THIS WORLD….

THE APOSTLE PAUL TELLS US-"I AM CONVINCED THAT NEITHER DEATH, NOR LIFE, NOR ANGELS, NOR PRINCIPALITIES, NOR THINGS PRESENT, NOR THINGS TO COME, NOR POWERS, NOR HEIGHT, NOR DEPTH, NOR ANY OTHER CREATED THING, WILL BE ABLE TO SEPARATE US FROM THE LOVE OF GOD" ROMANS 8:38-9 I'M COMFORTED BY THAT WORKING AT THE VA FOR THE PAST 15 YEARS, I AM MORE CONVINCED THAN EVER THAT EVERY LIFE HAS UNSPEAKABLE TRAGEDY BUT THAT THERE IS ALWAYS MORE TO THE STORY….MANY THINGS ARE ULTIMATELY EXPERIENCED THROUGH GRIEF AND LOSS…BUT IT CAN ALSO BE THROUGH THAT GRIEF AND LOSS THAN AN EDGE CAN BE SHARPENED INTO AN EXTRAORDINARY COMPASSION FOR OTHERS….

SIMONE WEIL WRITES…."THE EXTREME GREATNESS OF CHRISTIANITY IS THAT IT DOES NOT SEEK A UPRANATURAL AVOIDANCE OF SUFFERING BUT A SUPERNATURAL USE OF IT" STRENGTH RISES FROM WEAKNESS, HUMILIATION PRECEDES RESURRECTION AND PAIN IS NOT ONLY THE PRICE BUT THE TOUCHSTONE OF SPIRITUAL REBIRTH…….THE BIBLE TO ME IS A RADICAL MESSAGE OF RESCUE AND REDEMPTION….AND CLEARLY SHOWS THAT NOTHING IS BEYOND REDEMPTION-I'M COMFORTED BY THAT

PSALM 23

THE PROMISE IS THAT GOD WALKS WITH US ALWAYS…EVEN THROUGH THE TRAGEDIES OF LIFE….MATT IS LOVED AND IS NEVER ALONE THE PROMISE IS NOT THAT THERE ARE NO TRAGEDIES OR THAT TRAGEDIES ONLY HAPPEN TO THOSE WHO DESERVE IT THE WORLD IS A DANGEROUS AND FEARFUL PLACE…GOD IS WITH US THROUGH THE WORST OF IT GOD IS NOT ON THE SIDE OF ILLNESS, ACCIDENTS, PERSECUTION OR TRAGEDIES
FROM THE COMFORT OF GREEN PASTURES….SOMETHING TRAGIC HAPPENS….WE ARE CAST INTO THE VALLEY WHERE WE FIND OURSELVES TODAY IT IS IN THAT VALLEY THAT WE ARE CALLED TO FIND OUT WHAT FAITH IN GOD IS ALL ABOUT GOD DOESN'T PROMISE A HAPPY ENDING IN THIS LIFE…

"TO BECOME AWARE OF THE INCOMPLETENESS OF WORLDLY LIFE-WHETHER THROUGH ILLNESS, POVERTY, PERSECUTION OR TRAGEDY IS PART OF THE SAVING GRACE OF GOD" THROUGH THIS AWARENESS WE GAIN THE CAPACITY AD COURAGE TO OVERCOME…..THE UNFAIRNESS AND THE TRAGEDY….AND THUS HOPE GROWS

WHEN WE HAVE LOVED SOMEONE, THEY ARE WOVEN SO COMPLETELY INTO THE FABRIC OF OUR SOULS THAT NEITHER DEATH NOR TIME CAN EVER REMOVE THEM…THEY ARE ALWAYS WITH US AND OUR CUP RUNNETH OVER AND AFTER WALKING THROUGH THE VALLEY THE PSALMIST FOUND GOODNESS AND MERCY…THE VALLEY AND DEATH ARE NOT THE END OF THE STORY

SO HOW ARE WE TO LIVE?

"THE MOTIONS OF GRACE, THE HARDNESS OF HEART AND EXTERNAL CIRCUMSTANCES….PASCAL WROTE THESE 3 THINGS ENCOMPASS OUR LIVES….

EXTERNAL CIRCUMSTANCES AND TRAGEDIES OCCUR….FAMILY STRIFE, JOB PRESSURES, FINANCIAL WORRIES, GLOBAL FEARS….

THE MOTIONS OF GRACE…GODS GIFTS WITHIN…SEEK TO GROUND US IN A DEEPER REALITY…HARDNESS OF HEART? OF THE THREE THIS ALONE FALLS SOMEWHAT UNDER MY CONTROL…ALL I CAN DO IS PRAY DAILY FOR GOD TO "BATTER MY HEART"-BETTER YET TO MELT IT WITH HIS LOVE TRANSFORMATION COMES IN THE END NOT FROM AN ACT OF WILL BUT AN ACT OF GRACE….WE CAN ONLY ASK AND KEEP ASKING WHEN FACED WITH A TRAGEDY OR EVIL IN OUR LIVES….WE HAVE THREE CHOICES

1. REVENGE/RETALIATION/…PERPETUATES THE TRAGEDY

2. DEMAND JUSTICE….SIMPLY PUNISHES THE INJUSTICE

3. EVIL OR TRAGEDY IS ONLY OVERCOME IF WE ABLE TO ABSORB IT REFUSING TO ALLOW IT TO GO FURTHER THROUGH LOVE/FORGIVENESS

ROMANS 12:21 "DO NOT BE OVERCOME BY EVIL BUT OVERCOME EVIL WITH GOOD"….THE WAY WE ELECT TO RESPOND ANSWERS THE QUESTION JESUS ASKED PETER…"WHO DO YOU SAY THAT I AM"

LOVE IS PATIENT
LOVE IS KIND AND IS NOT JEALOUS
LOVE DOES NOT BRAG AND IS NOT ARROGANT
DOES NOT ACT UNBECOMINGLY
IT DOES NOT SEEK ITS OWN
IS NOT PROVOKED
DOES NOT TAKE INTO ACCOUNT A WRONG SUFFERED
DOES NOT REJOICE IN UNRIGHTEOUSNESS
REJOICES WITH THE TRUTH
BEARS ALL THINGS
BELIEVES ALL THINGS
HOPES ALL THINGS
ENDURES ALL THINGS….LOVE NEVER FAILS


THAT IS THE PATTERN OF TRANSCENDENT GRACE AND LOVE THAT JESUS SHOWED IN HIS LIFE AND DEATH AND THAT HE CALLS US TO AS A TRANSFORMING MEANS TO HONOR MATT'S LIFE….

DONNA HARNISH (to be added)

R.J. IBARRIA

EULOGY FOR MATT IBARRIA

Good afternoon, and thank you everyone who has come.

This is "gonna" be hard for me so I apologize if I have to stop frequently. Matthew James Ibarria was my brother. We were born exactly two years apart on the same day; in many ways we were the same and in many ways we were different. Although we were both half Cuban, I don't think he spoke more then 10 words of Spanish.

In 2005 for my last year of high school, I moved out of living with my brother and my mother to live at my grandmother's house 4 blocks away. I did this because I couldn't reconcile his rowdy lifestyle and lack of control with my need for peace and quiet. By the time I had moved out, he had poured tea on my laptop, put Gatorade in my scooter's gas tank, and shot me with a paintball gun while I was trying to go to sleep. Although that might seem like too much, it was the best of times and it was the worst of times. We were
close in the way only brothers are and we got through our issues.

That was around eight to nine years ago, and a lot had changed since then. Matt had ADHD, anxiety, depression, and bipolar disorder. I would have loved Dr. Gregory House to have done a differential diagnosis because it might have stumped him.

Since we're going to hear a lot of stories, I'd like to just touch on two issues that I believe are relevant:
Drugs - They're always bad. In virtually every case where my brother acted out on others he was not in his right state of mind and fearful. They're vile, they distort even debilitated minds, and they can only delay or add problems.

There's one exception: Medicinal Marijuana - This naturally grown plant not only impedes cancer but it's one of the best known mood stabilizers for people in Matt's condition. I think in the long-term it will be legalized, but that's a whole other speech completely. I am simply here to say that there are clinical situations in which this substance can be administered as a medication and not be abused as a drug, and I saw this first-hand with my brother that it was capable of doing a lot.

Guns - The top 3 causes of death among men 16-25 are accidents, homicides, and suicides. Guns contribute to each and every one of those causes for death. The primary reason for having a gun is supposed to be able to defend oneself (obviously you'd need one to hunt), but in the 21st century, if I fear for my life I can defend myself with XYZABCQWERTY

Despite all the issues my brother and I had, I forgive him for each one and hope he would forgive me for mine. If anything, my brother was the best person I have ever known to teach you patience. Even if I had the chance to start over with a new brother, I would pick him every time. He will always be my greatest joy and my deepest pain. I loved him unconditionally, which is all you really need to do with a brother, and which you can only truly understand if you've had one.

"It is often said that there is no greater loss than the loss of a child". As I've experienced these past few days, I believe this statement to be absolutely true. My one wish for everyone here is to please give as much support to my parents, whether it's time or memories, to my parents as they can in this painful time.

Insert Bible Verse:

May God bless all of you, and me he forever watch over the soul of my brother.


SIGRID BANGO (Aunt)

Six years ago my brother Rick and I gathered to celebrate our father's life and mourn
his death. He was in his 80's and ill with a terrible disease called ALS. He was facing more and
more paralysis, getting a feeding tube and later a respirator. Yet, mercifully, he died in his
sleep. It was such a blessing. We all prayed our gratitude.

When Rick told me of the events of this past week, all of us had such a different reaction. We were
overcome with grief. All of our friends and family echoed the same sentiment: "There are no words
to express…we have no words… But there were words, words like incomprehensible, devastating,
overwhelming, agonizing, unfair and tragic. A 23 year old young man, in the prime of his life, was
gone.

Yet, if we allow ourselves to walk down the path of deep despair, we fail to heed the wise words
of an old Hebrew proverb:
Say not in grief, he is here no more,
But live in thankfulness that he was!

And Matthew Was! When that little boy was born he was an explosion of joy! He grew up to be
charming, funny, smart, and happy, with a mischievous glint in his eye and a perennial smile in his heart.
A partner in crime to his older brother RJ and a great source of pride and satisfaction to his parents
and family. RJ and Matthew, Matthew and RJ. Rick had the boys and I had the girls. When they
were young I remember a lot of interaction. There were Christmas dinners, barbecues, a trip to
Atlantis in the Bahamas, a wonderful visit to Madrid when we were living there, where Matt did a lot of
sightseeing with eyes full of wonder and where together with his brother he put down sizable
amounts of Spanish ham! Those were good days, full of warmth, innocence and laughter.

I have chosen a particular afternoon to capture a poignant remembrance of my nephew, Matthew.
We were all out on my husband's boat on a sunny, balmy, warm South Florida afternoon. After cruising
close to Elliott Key for a while, Matt piped up. "Uncle Frank, I want to drive the boat." I opened my
eyes wide and whispered to Frank, "You are not going to let him drive by himself are you?"
But Frank, more sensitive to the wishes of young boys and more confident that all would be well
told him where to put his hands on the wheel, how to stand and how to keep the boat on course
using the compass to keep within the right settings.

And Mathew drove the boat. He drove it really well. And that's a great memory I have of him, young,
standing tall, intent, self-confident, eyes focused on the horizon and smiling with the satisfaction
of success. If only he had been able to direct his own life with that same focus and self-confidence. In
spite of so much inner beauty and generosity of heart, his mind grew dark and he became more and
more agitated, confused, frustrated, angry and even violent. Many tried to direct, guide and help him,
but they were unsuccessful and Matthew is with us no more.

What though the radiance which was once so bright,
Be now forever taken from our sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass,
Of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not,
Rather find strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth Intimations of Immortality

Look at what you've left behind, Matthew! You have gathered all of these people to honor you and
say their farewells. These are people whose lives you touched and in whose hearts you will stay,
forever young! There is so much love, here, Mathew. I know you can feel it!

Good night, sweet prince, and may choirs of angels sing thee to the rest.
William Shakespeare Hamlet

ELVIRA (BIBI) IBARRIA (written but not delivered)

It seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
Your candle burnt out long before your legend ever did.

In the year 2000 I had the honor of becoming Matthews step-mom.
A bright, charming, kind, playful, little boy
A killer smile, it would melt your heart. He was a charming young man and a gentle soul
He lit up a room, and made you laugh at the silliest of things.
I love photography. I love taking family pictures. But it was so hard to get a picture of Matt without him making some kind of face to ruin the picture. I would ask him to please pose again this time no faces. And of course the next picture had a even sillier face.

MATEO. please!!!! He would laugh with his mischievous laugh.

That's the Matt I know. The Matt I will always remember. The snow boarder, skier, basketball player, football player, intense xbox player, he did all of those with incredible passion.

He will live in our hearts forever.

His light will always shine within each of us in different ways.

He will live forever in our hearts.


I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou

RICARDO IBARRIA

Good morning everyone. I would like to begin by expressing my most sincere and deepest condolences to Matthew's mother Donna and Mathew's brother, RJ. The beautiful words both of you spoke earlier left little unsaid to capture a glimpse or snapshot of who Matthew was and some of how we should remember him. I also want to thank Tom and Carol Howard for their elegant, lovely and moving opening.

What I'd like to do this morning is provide you with a few more Matthew stories to round out our remembrance of him. I'd also like to share three readings from Kahil Gibran's The Prophet and a poem a friend shared with me.
Four quick Matthew stories:

The Salesman: A few of you have heard this story because I have told it many times. When Donna, the boys and myself lived in Australia we began a practice to address the never ending and space absorbing accumulation of toys for our sons. As a way to clear the way for more toys, pick up a little money for them to buy new toys and have a little Saturday morning activity, we would have yard sales. At these events Donna and I would set up each boy with a table of the toys they had decided to part with in order for them to sell their own toys and collect their own money. One Saturday as we opened the yard for business, a lady came up to Matthew's table and asked him for the cost of an item.--Do you recall those toys in the 90's, which used those now antiquated things called cassette tapes? I'm not sure everyone will know or remember what those were. Well, there were these robot things that you inserted the tapes into, and depending on what button you pushed they said different things.--The lady asked Matt how much he wanted for one of these tapes...he said "a dollar."
She said she would be back and kept browsing, picking up an item or two from other tables. When she returned to Matt's table she said she wanted the tape and pulled out a dollar to pay him. When she did, he said it was 'two dollars." The lady was quite surprised by the quick change in price by this seven year old and reminded him he had quoted one dollar just a little while ago...Matt replied, "But that was just for one side." I knew then I was destined to receive a lot of powerful and convincing sales pitches from my son.

Reading from Kahil Gibran's The Prophet: "On Children"

The Fearless (or dangerously impulsive!): As you will have noticed from the slideshow, Matthew had the opportunity to do some traveling during his short life. We were fortunate to be able to do so together. One of those opportunities took us to Singapore and Thailand on vacation while he, RJ, Donna and I lived in Australia during the late 90's. In Bangkok we visited all the tourist sites and many beautiful Buddhist temples. One of the activities there took us to an "elephant park" where we were able to watch an open air show of elephants doing all manner of amazing tricks and feats. In the park there was also a large tent where one could go and take a photo with a very large and majestic Bengal tiger.

Of course the tiger was sedated. I made sure I asked that question. The set up was that the tiger was on a stage and flanked by two Thai men in traditional costumes. The way it worked was that the people who would be taking the photo would be brought in from behind and to the right of the stage...obviously to give the tiger less reason to be interested in them. So we approached the stage and were position in place by an attendant, Donna and I in back and the two boys in front. We were right next to the right of the tiger. At that point I saw the long tail of the tiger swing widely in front of us, fully extended and wind up right in front of Matthew and RJ. I knew what was coming but was a bit paralyzed by the thought of making any sudden sounds.

Sedated or not, this was an awake, unchained and huge Bengal tiger. My heart rate rose and I whisper-yelled, "MATTHEW! MATTHEW! LET GO!" He looked over his shoulder at me with that beautiful, happy, fearless, mischievous, trouble-maker grin... fully knowledgeable that he was crossing some behavioral line, but enjoying the thrill of it, and the thrill of making us jump and sweat...oblivious of consequences...as he often was. Well, we got the photo and got out alive adding another story to Matt's long list of special moments.

Reading from Kahil Gibran's The Prophet: "On Friendship"
(This reading is for you. Thank you all for being with us here. It means the world to us.)

Thrill Seeker: One of the last special times we shared during recent years was in Belfast, Maine. Matthew had been attending a program for troubled youths/young men in the area for several months (Bonneville Canyon), and I went to visit him there during Labor Day weekend in 2011. It was a special weekend where we enjoyed Matt's first legally purchased beer. We had two. He so wanted the third we wound up in a little argument. The highlight however, was the 45 minute flight we took over the cliffs and valleys of the region in a open air propeller plane. We reached out and touched the sky together and I remember near tears of joy in both of us. It was one of the few beautiful and loving moments/times we shared during his last five years of accelerating mental illness. He loved the experience for the physical thrill but also because Matt had become very spiritually oriented in his thinking, and as we all know the sky is symbolic of the heaven. I believe he is there now resting in peace, relieved of his earthly existential anguish.

Nature Lover: Matt was able to experience snorkeling in the Great Barrier Reef, skiing in Colorado, Utah, British Colombia and Quebec, scuba diving in Belize's reefs and its famous Blue Hole, the Keys and off Jupiter Beach, and swimming in Bondi Beach, South Beach, the Cayman Islands, Mexico, Manly Beach and more. He loved the interaction with nature.

Reading from Kahil Gibran's The Prophet: "On Death"

An old friend shared this beautiful poem with me:

"When I die... When I die, when my coffin is being taken out, you must never think I am missing this world. Don't shed any tears, don't lament or feel sorry. I'm not falling into a monster's abyss. When you see my corpse is being carried, don't cry for my leaving. I'm not leaving - I'm arriving at Eternal Love. When you leave me in the grave, don't say goodbye. Remember a grave is only a curtain for the Paradise behind. You'll only see me descending into a grave; now, watch me rise. How can there be an end when the sun sets or the moon goes down? It looks like the end, it seems like a sunset. But in reality it is a dawn when the grave locks you up- that is when your soul is freed. Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth not rise with a new life? Why should you doubt the rise of a seed named "human"? Have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well coming back empty? Why lament for a soul when it can come back like Joseph from the well. When for the last time you close your mouth, your words and soul will belong to the world of no place, no time. "

Matt I love you and will always have you in my mind, heart and as part of my Soul. I will do what I can to honor your memory. I look forward to our reuniting when my day comes.