A friend of a friend died a few weeks ago and today is the memorial. I didn't know "Matty", as his friends called him and in fact I'd only had met with once. That day wasn't all that long ago to be completely honest. But today I'm planning on attending a memorial service for him with his family and close friends.
A few weeks ago a close friend of Matthew's and I had been out and about running errands. On the way back to my apartment my friend (loosely used here BUT that's a whole other story) stopped to talk to someone entering the front door of an apartment building.
Introductions were made and after a bit of conversation and connecting the dots of our mutual friends me and my "buddy" returned home to my pad.
On that day that Matthew and I met what struck me were two things.
One was his wit and the other thing was his eyes. Even though I'd never met him before Matt knew who I was. With wit and charm he helped connect the dots and even made this stranger feel welcome. Matthew Beals was a young, talented, kind guy who was taken way to soon. And even though he wasn't truly my friend I can see and tell by the same friends we shared that we would have made very good friends.
So for those that have truly lost him, I stand with you in your loss today.
And I feel your pain that your friend has passed away.
