Monday, February 27, 2006
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
July 29, 1984 - January 6, 2006
And when I’m gone, just carry on, don’t mourn,
Rejoice everytime you hear the sound of my voice,
Just know I’m looking down on you smiling...
Just smile back.
His memory lives on forever...
Our Matt smashed more life into his 21 years than most of us could in a lifetime – and he loved every second of it. From being a little cowboy, to a young outdoorsman, to snowboarder, to firefighter, he became the outstanding individual we know and love.
As a child he was constantly active, adventurous, and always made the most of a sunny day. Whether he was riding his bike where he wasn’t supposed to and broke his collar bone, thinning the timber behind the house, or digging ditches with the Hot Shots, he was a brilliant student of the outdoors; always watching and learning from his environment and those around him.
Always ready to try new things, Matt was ambitious and wanted to complete new tasks on his own. During his cowboy phase he hurt himself often. While most might have become discouraged and quit, Matt dusted off his little chaps and Wranglers and never quit. He was inevitably successful at anything he set his mind to.
Matt was, and still is in memory, incredibly funny and had a biting yet silly sense of humor. He loved to joke around and tell animated stories about interesting or bizarre things that happened to him, like seeing a flying squirrel or being chased by a racoon at the house. He would also keep the family up to date on Murray, the family cat, who you would think was a person by the way Matt talked about him. If you spent a weekend night with him it was guaranteed at least one funny story to tell come Monday.
A natural athlete, Matt was an accomplished soccer player in elementary school, and also excelled in baseball, basketball, and fencing at summer camp. A fateful trip to Purgatory when Matt was a young teen allowed him to discover his true passion: Snowboarding. He instantly fell in love with the sport and poured countless hours of his time into learning everything he could about it.
He was an incredibly talented snowboard instructor, passing his knowledge on to others, helping them learn exactly what they needed. With a smile, he made it fun to try new things and always tried to push himself and others as hard as possible. He attended a snowboard camp in Canada during December, 2005, improving his skills with hopes of someday going pro, and teaching his brother and sister all the new tricks he picked up.
And if you knew Matt, chances are you know his family. Mom, who is mom to so many of Matt’s brothers in friendship; Josh, who when united with Matt was the ultimate comedic act; Sarah, also known as Josh and Matt Wheeler’s sister; and Dad, who gave Matt his affinity for "shooting bunnies" and excellent sarcasm.
Matt also has an extended family of grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and friends who loved him and are equally proud of his accomplishments. All of these people helped him grow to be such a wonderful and unique person.
It is tragic how you take for granted the smallest things. Little occurrences that fill our days. We never take the time to appreciate a roof on our head, the clothes that keep us warm, or the friends and family we all have in our lives.
We can’t have another day to let him know how much we all loved and cared for him, but we still have each other. God needed Matt with Him before we were ready and someday we’ll know why. Until then we can only celebrate the time we did have with him and all the priceless memories that time created. When you appreciate the time with him and think about the memories, try to laugh and smile because that is what Matt would have truly wanted.
(there should be another picture here, but it won't upload)
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Jesus Christ.
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Monday, December 12, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
The perfect bite.
The holidays are upon us and that means food, television, and what the J-Man dubbed a long time ago, "fat pants." I leave tomorrow for the Dizzle and Thanksgiving dinner, where I will assemble a plate with white turkey meat, mashed potatoes, corn, a roll, and cranberry sauce. I will then savor many "perfect bites." J-Man and I decided the perfect bite contains a precise ratio of turkey, potatoes and corn. There's nothing better. I think he'll will be working on T-Day, making fun of all the fat, lazy people who eat a 6,000-calorie Thanksgiving dinner at a nice restaurant and drink a Diet Coke. But I will do my sisterly duty and call to tell him all about my perfect bites, making him extremely jealous.
Looks like I'm going to have to fight Matt when I get home, too. He thinks I'm faking my costochondritis:
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Wheeler Armageddon cancelled.
Anyways, I got a steroid shot in the butt and it was supposed to go away, but it hasn't and unless I sustain a strict ibuprofen regimen, it hurts when I breathe. Apparently I might have been misdiagnosed...
Long story short, I'm stuck in Ruidoso waiting for another doctor's appointment on Monday, but The Boyfriend Josh has been here babysitting me, as well as the mom. I can honestly say I'd rather be better and in crappy Lubbock than sick and in beautiful Ruidoso. The Wheeler Brothers plus Paul and Nick made use of the weekend they had originally planned to be in Lubbock and are hanging out elsewhere.
I'm hoping to be in full effect by the weekend of the 19th when Amanda has her "going away" party one month before gradumuation. I doubt all the kids can get that weekend off, but if the brothers, Nick, and Paul would like to come, the Lubbock invitation stands.
Monday, October 24, 2005
So in the interest of all that is good and pure, I have designed yet another case study, such as was exemplified with Mr. B earlier on this blog.
This case, however, has to do with the three Wheelers and something missing from Wheeler-Three gatherings over the past year. As you can see from the two photos showcased today, there are two Wheelers in each photograph. Don't think your eyes are playing tricks on you; those are the same Wheelers in each picture.
So what's missing?
Yes, the sample size is quite small, but I do have many others I was too lazy to scan. All reflect a major theme, though. The J-Man is missing. I assume there is a reason for his absence, but now that the witch is gone, we can get back to normal and bring our numbers back up to three.
And now a Wheeler Armageddon update: J-Man, Matt Dog, Mr. B, and the Dinosaur are all coming to the LBC for the Texas Tech v. Texas A&M football game. This is a huge event because, as stated previously, the three Wheelers have not been together for some good, old fashioned parlaying for quite some time now. Also in attendance will be The Boyfriend Josh, my friends Amanda and Ashley (who's birthday it is on November 5!) and her mom, and whoever else we deem as worthy of being in the presence of Wheeler greatness.
Wheeler Armageddon: GET CRUNK OR DIE TRYING.