Amy Sue Smith
I will never forget all the good times we shared together. I love and miss you dearly everyday baby :( Can't wait till we meet again, xoxoxoxox
Death date: Jul 2, 2018
Matthew A. Smith, 36, of Stafford Springs, CT, passed away unexpectedly on Monday, July 2, 2018. He was a big racing fan, enjoyed R/C cars, and fishing. Matt was also a fan of the New York Yankees, and enjoyed being a part of his Read Obituary
I will never forget all the good times we shared together. I love and miss you dearly everyday baby :( Can't wait till we meet again, xoxoxoxox
""Our Ruin"
I can't even remember
Why I sat down to write you this letter
I don't know even where to start
You forever, have a place in my heart
But now, here I sit
I'm so lonely
Knowing you
Can't forget about me
I have changed you
For better or worse
I have changed you
And this is my curse
(Female Part)
I can't even recall
Why you left me. Was it my fault?
How much more did you think I could take?
How much longer 'til I was to break
And now, here I sit
I'm so lonely
Knowing you
Can't forget about me
I have changed you
For better or worse
I have changed you
And this is my curse
Look at us and what we've been through
I'd like to place the blame on you
But truth be told and truth be a shoe-in
We're both at fault and this is our ruin
And now, here I sit
I'm so lonely
Knowing you
Can't forget about me
I have changed you
For better or worse
I have changed you
And this is my curse
Look at us and what we've been through
I'd like to place the blame on you
But truth be told and truth be a shoe-in
We're both at fault and this is our ruin
This is our ruin
As I close, I have this to say
If you ever need anything
Just make a call, send a message or letter
I will try to make it all better"
Thank you for the song my friend. I will never forget your kindness, your talent, and your giant heart. Take care Matt.
I will always remember the kindness Matt showed my grandchildren and all the things he taught them. Matt you had struggles in life but you were a good man! You found the love of your life and was happy with her which really makes this death so darn hard.
Amy Larissa and Gabby & the Smith family my deepest condolences Matt was a great guy when Amy ever told me she was getting married she told me she found the one to be with the rest of her life I was so happy for her she deserves a great guy like Matt I can't believe it another one gone so young you always will be missed RIP

Matt,I never expected to be writing this today.I knew you your whole life.I'm going to miss our chats.My children Roger,Paul & Amanda Ulrich will miss you as well.I remember Del-Aire camp ground camping with the kids & your family.RIP Matt ,I love you <3

I can feel you blanket me like a warm winter coat. Your smile comforts me, your laugh fills my head with so many memories. They constantly play in my mind like an endless slideshow. Your music was a soundtrack for my life! We shared laughter, pain, tears; we fought demons together. We broke apart and were brought back together as one. I comforted you, I dried your tears, I lifted you up, I beat up your bullies, I watched you succeed, I watched you fail, I held your hand when you were afraid and I set you on my shoulders. You walked across my back, I walked across yours. We shared love, music, life, death, defeat, fear, happiness , sadness , hurt. We’ve exchanged blows and dished them out the same. I hear you calling me, I feel you surrounding me, I close my eyes and I see you strumming that guitar. You felt like my shadow, but I stood in yours. You followed me like I was your shepherd but I was the one who was lost. You’ve taught me courage, given me purpose, never let me quit and destroyed me with your intelligence. I called you lazy, you called me compulsive. I jumped in, you stuck your toes in. The up all nighters, the sleep all dayers, the bats across our backs for each other. The hugs, the love, the grudges, the redemptions, the wars, the peace, the “you think you’re better than me’s”...... but the silence consumes me now as I give your ashes to the ground. Pieces of me lay beside what used to be you and I. Please God let me trade, there must be some other way. Have we left our debts unpaid? Why this day, why today, why this way? Please let me trade