Today I went for a drive to the Golf Course,  where my dear son worked (at the Pro Shop).  I took the dog for a walk, as everything is still closed there.  My thoughts always go back to how happy he was there and how I was always happy to visit there for a pop or a snack (at the restaurant there), and to watch him play golf and instruct other younger golfers.  He was happy when I showed up and  he wanted his mom to have the club house sandwich and fries, and sit and enjoy the view.

He passed away in 2009 while on a trip down to Cuba.   Sometimes I think that I feel worse as time passes, as I know that he would have (and should have) had a good life... he loved people, loved dogs,kids and was very kind hearted.   Why do the good die young?  It hurts (he was only 28 yrs. old).  I will grow old and never see him again,  but I will always remember him.

Matthew's mom   (Nancy)