Matthew Arnold

Matt is what made our neighborhood street special. I have so many memories that involve Matt. My favorite is that he knew my car. And as soon as he recognized it as I turned onto the street, he pumped the pedals and raced to our driveway. And I waited for him. To answer his questions. To ask him what was going on in the neighborhood. As his speech got harder to understand, it was all still okay. We still understood each other. I will miss Matt. Heaven got lucky.