I get a little off topic talking about Matt. I usually start by how he passed away but i should start by saying how much i looked up to him throughout the years of growing up. All 27.5 years of them. Matt took his life a month before my 28th birthday. 9 days before his 30th birthday. I never saw it coming. It hit me like knives stabbing my chest,it still feels that that to this day. I got a phone call that would forver change my life. I never thought i could be so upset and so mad at the same time. My brother took his own life. I couldnt believe it,i just couldnt. We grew up in a house with a mom,stepdad,two boys and three girls(2 step). My dad was also in our lives amd he lived 6 hours away. My parents(all 3) never did drugs and barely drabk. They were great influences. Our mom worked her butt off to take care of us kids,our stepdad a truckdriver and our father a corrections officer so we were taken care of. Matt was the smart kid out of the bunch,he never even had to study for a test. He also played all the sports from football to baseball and rugby and even indoor track for a year. Also a favorite hockey. Matthew was so intellegent and brave he would try any sport or ride a motorcycle or even his moped to his old girlfriends house. We didnt grt along most of our life and i take it all back.i regret it all