Matthew William Beard - Online Memorial Website

What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness,

a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch,

we may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say goodbye, but little

by little, we begin to remember not just that you have passed, but that you lived. And that your life gave memories too beautiful to forget.

~Love, Hugs & Kisses~

~BLESSINGS~

"BLESSINGS CAN BE A LOVING SMILE,

May the memories held deep within your heart

help to soothe you....Have a beautiful night in

Heaven! ~GOD BLESS~

Go to sleep my angel and dream
Of heavenly places and heavenly faces
You shall be missed, my angel but rest in peace
In this world you could easily get hurt
Don't fret my angel you are safe in God's arms
He will take care of you
And will always be with you
Mortal dreams of riches, but my angel
You are rich for eternal life
So sleep now angel you are full of love and beauty
We will all be with you soon
Sweet dreams my angel
When you wake up you'll know that
Your dreams have come true

Listen closely to the winds

and hear the gentle whisper

of an angel's wings in flight.

Look far into the sky

and see the shimmering

stardust left behind.

Close your eyes &

clear your thoughts &

feel the love of your

very own very real

~Guardian Angel~

HuGs & kIsSeS

When Angels sense you need them,

and angels always do.

They come, unseen, from everywhere

to help and comfort you.

They hover close beside you

til all your cares are gone.

Then fly away to other hearts,

so you can carry on...

But one, at least, stays with you

as your constant friend and guide

For angels never leave~

they're always at your side!

~Hugs and Kisses~

God took the fragrance of a flower,
The majesty of a tree,
The gentleness of morning dew,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The beauty of a twilight hour,
The soul of a starry night
The laughter of the rippling brook,
The grace of a bird in flight,
Then God fashioned from these things
A creation like no other,
And when His masterpiece was through,
He called it simply...MOTHER

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I know it will be especially hard

for I’m not there with you.

But I’m sending you all my love,
on this Mother’s Day
 

Even though I’m not there

in sight for you to see.

I am always right beside you

holding you ever so close to me.
 

You haven’t stopped being my mom

I am forever your precious one.

A bond as strong as Mother and Child

can never be undone.

 
I honor you from Heaven now

through our family you will see.

For they will show love from them

and also love from me.

Hearing “Happy Mothers Day”

how painful it’s become.

But when you hear it said to you

know it’s from your precious one.

“Happy Mothers Day”  Mom

I’ll be right there by your side.

Having my arms around you

holding you with pride.

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Dear Connie,

I am thinking of you tonight and simply wanted you to know that I truly do care. Each time I visit Matt's site, I cry and cry some more. I generally find myself cutting the speakers off because the music just adds to my breakdown.

Yes, I understand the pain of burying a son, and of sitting at his bedside listening to the cyclic sound of the ventilator that was breathing for him...as you said...Andrew couldn't even breathe on his own. Those days are vividly clear in my mind, even today, almost four years later.

Knowing that someone's stupidy is responsible for Matt's death is obviously so painful for you...it's not only the devastation of losing your child, but knowing that it was so preventable. It infuriates me!!

Connie, this site is such a reflection of your love and dedication to the young man that you raised and loved.... then, tomorrow and forever. I send my prayers to you in hopes that somehow, some day, you will find an inner peace.

Andrew is dead because for one quick moment, he thought he was invincible..he was 18, he could drive fast and be cool and nothing would ever happen to him. I have to fight the inner need to be angry at him for doing this to everyone that his death has devastated. And I still wonder why he didn't think about what he was doing. He had so much life ahead of him, was such an avid baseball player and so loved by everyone he met. But, as I said, for one fleeting moment, he didn't think. It wasn't just the speed involved, but the fact that he passed a car and hit another car head on. Thank God that women lived. I think about her often and wish I knew how to contact her and her family.

Andrew was not drinking...as I said...he just didn't think about his own mortality. For the rest of our lives, we never forget.

Hugs and prayers to you and may your handsome Matt bring you comfort somehow...someway...everyday.

Love,

Debi Collins

http://andrew-collins.last-memories.com

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~Hugs sweet Matthew~

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Dearest Connie I want you to know that Matthew was remembered on the 20th and it was so frustrating not being able to come onto Last-memories to wish him a Happy Birthday. I do hope that you had a gentle day filled with beautiful memories of Matthew.

You know Connie on Tuesday the 20th I was channel surfing something I never do as a rule  and I found myself on ABC watching a documentary "Planet Earth: Shallow Seas". It was so beautiful the corals in particular the great barrier Reef, a place I know Matthew always dreamt of coming. I want you to know Connie that both You and Matthew are always in my thoughts and prayers.

 Hugs~Edwina Mitchell.

"It's the end of another year and so many thoughts go
swirling through our minds.  For many, it has been a
difficult year - job loss, loss of friends, loss of a home,
loss of health, and possibly one of the most lasting
losses of all - the loss of a child.  For some there will
be no celebration at the end of the year - only a lot
of tears for those dreams that were stolen away so
unexpectedly.
How does a person move on?  How can a person move
into the New Year with joy when so much sorrow
surrounds the heart?  It's not easy, but it helps to
remind yourself often that you are never, ever alone in
your pain.  There are times when we feel alone, but the
truth is that we are surrounded by hope and it is there
for us whenever we call out for help.
Look at nature in any season and be reminded of the
One who is in charge.   Look at the majesty of the
starry sky at night and know that you are counted among
the stars.  Listen to the sounds of the wind rustling through
the trees and hear the whisper of God letting you know He
is by your side.  Look for the rainbow painting the sky
and be assured that you have not been forgotten.  Remind
yourself often that hope is stronger than your pain! "-C. Hinton

"For every tear you cry, there is a seed of hope being watered."

--Clara Hinton

"The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me."  --Psalm 61:a 

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Clara Hinton

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Remember me

Remember me when flowers bloom

early in the spring,

Remember me on sunny days

in the fun that summer brings.

Remember me in the fall

as you walk through the leaves of gold,

And in the winter - remember me

In the stories that are told.

But most of all remember

each day - right from the start,

I will be forever near

for I live within your heart.

                                       ~unknown

Hi connie,

I hope and pray that your Christmas was as good as God could possibly send your way. I know in my heart that the one present that yu really needed was a hug from your preciuous Matthew. If in any way I could make sense of this, I would do so and bottle the solution to send to so many grieving hearts.

You have captured the person that Mattthew was and will always be in your heart, soul and memory bank on this wonderful memorial site. I would have benn honored to have met hime and feel great comfort in knowing that Andrew has met him and they are now eternally whole and healthy. We just somehow need to wrap our heart strings around that piece of information and compose it into a song that warms our hearts.

I'm wishing you a wonderful New Year encompassed with love, happiness and only the best  of things...all and any more than you might expect.

Happy 2009.........Debi Collins          http://andrew-collins.last-memories.com