to live for the hope of it all.

Chapter 72

June 23th, 2024

"We block the noise to the sound of "I need you,"
And for the first time I had something to lose..."

Bailey

"Good evening, family and friends," the officiant begins, and I squeeze Beckett's hand with my own as we settle in to listen. "Today, we gather to honor and celebrate the life of Matthew Oliver Connors. While we mourn him today, we also come together to remember the impact he had on each of our lives. Through the stories and memories cherished, we will keep his spirit alive in our hearts forever. May this time of reflection and remembrance bring comfort and peace to all who knew and loved him. Matthew Oliver Connors was born on September 27th, 1961, in Brookhaven. He is joined in death by his mother and father, Marie and Thomas Connors, along with his wife, Julia, whom he fell in love with young, and has been patiently awaiting their reunion. Matthew leaves behind a biological son, Nathan Connors, and an unofficial daughter: Anna Davis. A biological granddaughter, Bailey Connirs. And many non blood-related grandkids: Wren Harlow Kingston, Beckett and Delilah Davis, and Caleb Mitchell. He was known for his love of the piano, even teaching his granddaughter through their years together, and for his love of automobiles, where he talked aimlessly about helping out his grandson, Beckett, rebuilding a truck from scratch. He was known and loved by anyone he encountered, and I would like to thank you all on behalf of the family for showing up here today in his honor. I'd like to welcome Anna Davis to the stand, to deliver a eulogy in his wake."

Anna stands then, and she leans forward to kiss my head before making her way to the podium.

"I'd like to thank you all for being here today," Anna says, taking a deep breath. "It's hard to find the words to capture Matt and all he was, so bear with me. My time with him was brief, beginning when he moved in next door about 5 years ago to care for a beautiful girl I've come to know and love through the years. Though my time with him was brief, the impact he had on me will last a lifetime. Matt was a safe landing, a companion to go to as I went through my own struggles of parenthood. He was a man of unwavering integrity, kindness, and compassion. Always there to offer me guidance, support, and a listening ear whenever I needed it. His wisdom and love shone through everything he did. Whether it was a piece of advice while sitting on my porch swing, a god awful joke at the worst time, just to get those around him to smile, or just a comforting presence in the time of need. He never failed to lift anyone's spirits and remind us of all that is good in the world. Matt was a pillar of strength and a role model to all who knew him. His dedication to his family, his work, and his community was truly inspiring. He lived his life with purpose and passion, always striving to make the world a better place. I'm beyond grateful to have known him, and I give him my word to look after his girls as my own as they journey into adulthood. Though he may be gone, his legacy lives on in the lives he touched and the hearts he uplifted. Rest in peace, Matthew. Your spirit will live on in all of us who were lucky to know you. Until we meet again."

My tears are flowing freely as Anna makes her way back to her seat, but my heart isn't breaking anymore. It feels as though it is slowly, so slowly, getting pieced back together knowing just how deep my grandfather's impact has on everyone here.

"I'd like to invite anyone who would like to share a few words about Matt, or a story you have with him, up to the podium now," the officiant offers, and I watch as many people move forward at the same time. My heart lurches as they form a line, and my lips tilt to their own accord.

Story after story is told, ones that make me laugh, and ones that make me cry. My grandfather's coworkers and his community service friends take turns sharing multiple stories. But what gets me is when Kyle Adler takes the podium, the team standing respectfully behind him.