Oh no!
This is just terrible. How in the world could this have happened?
God bless his family.
For the James family:
I am standing upon
the open plain.
The horse at my side takes a whiff
of the morning breeze
and starts for the blue horizon.
He is beauty and strength
and I stand and watch him
until at length
he hangs like a speck
of white cloud
just where the land and sky come
down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says:
"There! He's gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight - that is all.
He is just as large
in height and girth and style
as he was when he left my side,
and just as able to bear a load
to the place of destination.
His diminished size is in me,
not in him;
and just at the moment
when someone at my side says,
"There! He's gone,"
there are other eyes
watching him coming,
and other voices ready
to take up the glad shout,
"There he comes!"
-Henry van Dyke
So many others are so happy to meet Matt where he is now celebrating. I have a grandfather that will show him around, and they can sit and watch Notre Dame games together with the best seat in the house... I read this poem at his funeral. The lord only takes those strong enough for the journey.
You'll always be Irish Matt!
How my heart hurts...