Matthew James Lyons 

“…we headed out to Lisle, to Benedictine University where your EPAA Little League all-star team played a weekend tournament.”

YOU ARE LOVED! YOU ARE REMEMBERED!

“Early on I couldn’t stop thinking about Matthew. Now, I’m afraid I’m forgetting him.”

“Let me see if I can help you understand what I mean as I gratefully recollect this phenomenon …”

“Your interests many your jobs diverse as were family and friends yet your life was unified like a patchwork quilt”

“…what could be the most cherished memorial of Matthew yet.”

“Catcher, pitcher, first, third, wherever they put Matt, he excelled.”

“Uncle Matt was happy when Charlie was happy”

“Sadly, Matt’s history with cars is mostly a tale of woes and losses.”

“For faith amidst sorrow, in pain, and in loss, Made even stronger by the way of the cross.”

“...one of the squads that God dispatched to rescue us. “

...the lingering scent of one of your many colognes.

“There has been a profound change in the deep interior of my being. It seems, at my core, I am empty.”

He never bragged or made a big deal about it; no posing, no pictures, no posting stats. He just quietly got bigger than anyone around.

Matt was wrestling against a seasoned opponent, giving it everything he had.

“...drugs that sucked the life out of Matthew, ...stole the delightful details of...his life from my consciousness.”

I thought I would create a place where I can explore my feelings and process my thoughts.

“...the short version of what they would say... if these shoes could talk.”