Today I went to the mailbox and noticed among the bills and fliers a personal letter from my Aunt. Outside of Christmas cards, I don't ever get mail from my Aunt. Naturally curious, I tore into it right there, only to have my heart stop beating for a second. In my hands was a picture of me on my wedding day with my dear cousin Matthew. Matthew, who I loved so much growing up. Matthew, who always had a smile for me. Matthew, who could make me laugh so hard, my stomach hurt. Matthew, who died …
