Matthew — Dave Stone

Matthew Curtis was my friend. We shared good times, bad times, and other times in between. Fun was what we searched for and usually what we found. Trouble seemed to find us with little effort from us at all. Football games were played, cemteries explored, girls were sought and cops eluded. Life happened and it was good, but all of this would come to an end. Life can twist and turn as we follow it's days in pursuit of our joy. It detours from decent intentions, meandering through time with a will of its own. Beckoned by illusion or deceived by perversions, we sometimes follow pursuits that are not for the better good.
Many years have passed since the days of our youth and I miss my friend greatly, but someday I know, God willing, I will see him once again.