On Tuesday I woke up and went to work like any other day.
As soon as I got to work, I got this text from mom:
"Ilea found Matt passed out on the toilet this morning. The paramedics worked on him for quite a while before they got his heart started but he has not woken up. They are on the way to the hospital and we are getting packed to go to Montana. Please include him in your prayers and I will keep you posted."
20 minutes later mom texted, "Ilea called to say they are thinking of disconnecting Matt because he is not responding."
5 minutes later: "He was passed out when Ilea found him and his heart was not beating. It took them a long time to get it beating but he has not woken up and his vitals are terrible. I will keep you posted. Dad and I are on our way to Montana so please pray that we can travel safely and maybe that Matt will get a miracle."
About 10 minutes later I got a call from Ilea. It was the nurse who told me that Matt didn't make it.
I immediately went home from work, numb.
I knew my parents were driving to Montana, and I knew they couldn't be alone in a hotel room. Ben was at work. I called him, and he agreed I should immediately book a flight to bet to Montana as quickly as I could. I booked it for the next day.
My friend Marisa was going to the temple. I joined her. I sobbed all the way through the endowment, but it was the right place for me to be.
I came home and packed. And cried. And cried some more.
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