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Last Thursday morning I got a phone call from work. One of the ladies that I coach at the gym's son died. He was killed in a horrible car wreck. There wasn't much left of the car. Cause of death is still being determined. He had called his mom on his way home from Indiana saying that he felt sick. So his mom told him to pull over. He called her back a few minutes later saying that he had thrown up and was feeling a little better and that he was going to continue on home. When he didn't come home, she started calling and calling him and there was no response. She sent her husband out to find him. The father came upon the accident. It was on I-65 and was a mess. Matthew was dead. Hearing this shook me and I started to cry. Today is his 22nd birthday. I was repeatedly told from the moment I met this woman that I needed to meet Matthew and that she wanted him to meet me. This went on for months...Matthew even moved away to Nebraska for a brief stint for contract work and he had just returned home. But she was determined to get us together. The first time I saw Matthew was as he lay in a coffin. I never got to meet him. And it broke my heart to see Matthew's mom. I knew her heart was truly broken.

(in a light moment... my coworkers and I made a joke about me having such horrible luck when it comes to men)

This wake/funeral stirred up a lot of emotion in me... so I may be getting a little sentimental and/or poetic and deep on the next couple of entries.