I met Matt in undergrad where we sang Zap Mama charts, played squash, and climbed anything with a halfway decent finger-hold. I visited Matt when he moved to Tanzania to teach kindergarten music. Even more impressive than his ease at picking up Swahili was his ability to make friends; I was amazed to see him exchanging high fives and lively banter with seemingly every man, woman and child on every Zanzibar street corner. He drew people in with his warm smile and open heart. Matt was up for any adventure. When I staged my first musical, Matt accepted one of the leading roles and he lived with my family for the summer. I could always count on Matt to take part in whatever scheme I was hatching. When my wife and I got married, it was Matt who led the charges for the surprise flash mob musical number - hiding his trumpet on his lap for the entire meal.
Though we've lived one province apart for many years, we kept in touch and visited as often as possible. He'd send me photos from the eco-conscious geodesic dome he was building. I remember the excitement in his voice when he told me he was going to be a father. I remember just as clearly, sharing the news with him, when I learned that I was going to be a Dad.
Matt was an entrepreneur, an educator, a musician, an ecologist, a free spirit, a philosopher, a trampolinist, a dreamer, a father, son, husband, and a friend. He had enough interests and ambitions to fill ten lifetimes. My heart breaks for Vero, Adeline, Flora, and his family.
Matt, you were a beloved friend, and the world was a richer place with you in it. I'll miss you dearly, Rafiki.