Matthew was my third baby. I already had Austin Lee and Hannah Nickole. Matthew was conceived about 2-3 weeks after My Daddy died of a massive heart attack. I always felt as if he was sent to me to help ease the pain of losing my Daddy.

I guess because I was older when I had Matthew (24) than when I had my other two and was really ready to settle down, I also had a wonderful Husband and I did not have to work so I had the time to really spend with him. We had this bond between us that is so unlike anything I have ever felt before, and yet I always had the feeling that I was going to lose him. I am so glad that I had the chance to really be there for those two wonderful years I had with him. He knew he was so loved and I know now He knows how much we miss him.

He LOVED Winnie The Pooh and would watch it for hours. I have a huge Pooh scene on his wall and everything in his room is Pooh. He also loved motorcycles and his little tricycle; but, most of all, When his Daddy took him for a ride in his rail, (dune buggy) Matthew's smile would be frozen on his face. Oh how I wish I could see it one more time.

Matthew was very happy and healthy. He was the one thing that turned my life around. While I have two other children, I never had the bond with them that I had with Matthew.

Sometime while I was sleeping my Husband came in the house from working in the garage out back. Matthew was sleepy again and rubbing his eyes, ready to lay down for a nap. I remember him coming into my room and climbing on my bed. He gave me a kiss and said, "Sweet dreams Mama." I told him Mama's head hurt. He kissed me one more time and then went with his Daddy to lay down in His big boy bed. (I had taken him out of His crib and put Him in a toddler bed two days before) His Daddy read him a story and Matthew fell fast asleep.

Johnny went back out to the garage to lock it up. All the doors in the house were locked except for the one in the back. He went out this door where the garage is only about 20 feet away. He was out there only 5 minutes. He came back inside and went up to check on Matthew, only to find he was not in his bed.

Johnny went downstairs and asked Austin if he knew where Matthew was. He didn't, so they started looking for him. Johnny glanced out in the front yard where he had his dog on a cable runner. (The one thing I thought was keeping Matthew safe) He saw Matthew laying on the ground. Matthew had somehow gotten outside like he just went through the wall. When he got close to the dog, the chain caught him in the throat.

My Husband tried and tried, but couldn't get him back. When the EMT's got here they never tried anything to save Matthew. They later ruled it as blunt force trauma to the head and neck. The authorities tried to press charges against us, but finally agreed it was just an awful accident.

Our lives were forever changed on that terrible day.

Our Baby Boy at age 4 months





Matthew, chillin' by the pool at age 2 months





Written in memory of
Matthew Chase Weeks
By Marie's sister, Shauna


Goodnight, sweet dreams, Mommy of mine,
Goodnight, sweet dreams, Daddy, it was my time.
It was my time to leave on angel's wings,
My time to rejoice and see the King.
Mommy don't weep and Daddy, don't be sad,
You were the best Mom and Dad a little boy ever had.
Mommy, I know your heart is broken
And Daddy, without me you feel lost,
You both would probably bring me back,
No matter what the cost.
Oh, if your eyes and hearts could see,
I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
My eyes have see the glory Heaven holds,
The pearly gates and street of pure gold.
Hey, Mommy and Daddy,
Guess who came today?
It was Jesus and Pawpaw!
They came to watch us children at play.
Jesus said to ask and we shall receive,
So Mom and Dad, I ask you to only believe.
Goodnight, sweet dreams,
Mommy and Daddy of mine.

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