Reflecting
He never stopped. Never even slowed down. Just kept on speeding through our quiet neighborhood as if nothing so tragic it would take our breath away had just happened. We still haven't fully caught our breath from the shock and confusion and pain of it all. Some of us never will. We just learn to live with our lungs half full, damaged but still viable. Monday, May 28, marks the one year anniversary of the day the world stopped on our little cul-de-sac. But today, May 25th, is Matt's seventh birthday. Today we remember. Every mailbox in our neighborhood is wearing a blue ribbon, Matt's favorite color, in his honor. We lost our neighbor, our friend, our buddy, and we still miss him every single day. Still think about those laughing blue eyes of his, that winsome little smile he always wore, that little toy jeep he loved to zoom around the cul-de-sac in and the early talent he showed for sports of just about an...