We Will Never Forget

It's that time of year again. June. The month when so many parts of my life were drastically changed. Ruined even. I miss the days when June didn't have a whole lot of significance to me. Except for it being the month that one of my older brothers was born, nothing in June really meant much. Especially not June 9, 2009. Four years? Can that really be possible? I suppose it is possible...so much has happened since that day. I've gotten married, had two more kids, and moved 800 miles from home. I have three more nieces than I had that day. My (then) two-year old is now in 2nd grade and reads and writes, has a great interest in dinosaurs, and collects cool rocks for his geology-themed room.

Yet, as many things that have happened since June 9th, I can remember that day better than almost any day in my life. I remember every detail.

That handsome man was my big brother, Matthew, and my baby Nathaniel. I remember this moment in time so clearly. Matthew lived in Tulsa, and from time to time, we (this particular trip was my mom, a few siblings, and nieces and nephews) would go there to visit him. Usually we spent the day shopping or going to the zoo, and once he was done with work Ma would treat us all to dinner. This time we met him at Tulsa's Incredible Pizza. 
 
Matthew was a Geologist and a cyclist. The family would go watch his races, whenever they were close or when we were able. It was always so exciting to see watch him go by. I remember feeling so sad for him if he didn't do well. We always went to dinner afterwards.

 

Matthew or "Shew-shew" as I usually called him, was killed by a drunk a driver. He (along with two cylcing friends) was riding along a highway in Sand Springs, Ok. on a beautiful, sunny afternoon in June. One of his friends was also killed. It still seems unreal. Even while cleaning out his little apartment in Tulsa, it was unbelievable. I'm still asking "why?". The woman who killed him is now in prison....she won't be there long enough. I'm still trying to figure out how to forgive. That is what we're supposed to do, right? Easier said than done.

 

 

This picture was taken outside of Famous Dave's Barbeque in Rogers, Ar. We had just finished watching him compete in the Joe Martin Stage Race in Fayetteville, Ar. We went every year because it was so close to home. This was Mother's Day of 2009 and the last time I saw him.

 

Matthew was only 34 when he was taken from us. I wasn't near finished getting to know him.