Rocky came into our lives when we needed to be reminded of unconditional love and that it was ok to smile again. We saw little traits of Matt, a son and brother we lost only months before, shining through to us. We needed those “poochy smoochies” and “puppy kisses” and all the attitude he so freely gave. Rocky, in a way, saved us.
Now, it’s Matt’s turn to have you. Take care of each other and know that you are never forgotten. Keep singing Rocky, as only you can.