Matt Hagans Front Page

This is Matthew Dean Hagan. My son. Now my Angel. This is his 9th grade school picture. He Became my angel on April 04, 2003. He was 17 years old. Matthew was a very giving person, He loved life, and he loved everyone he met. There wasn't a soul around that he wouldn't help if they needed it. He always tried to help everyone.

This is us at the state fair when he was about 8 years old. Matthew, his older brother Chris, and me. We were very happy together.

This is Matt when he was about 7 years old at school. Then we have his picture from 9 years old

Matthew was a straight A student, and got the perfect attendance award every 6 months. He was a great student, He loved to learn.

this is one of my favorite school pictures of him.

He could always bring a smile to any face. The girls just couldn't get enough of him.

This is when he started to lift weights, he was filling out pretty good by then...

then came the blonde hair. He loved it. All the kids were doing it. We had our share of arguments, but we always worked them out.

These are from his prom. You can see how much he was filling out from lifting weights all the time.

He loved to have fun. This is him in the white shorts, with his cousins. The little girl on the side is his 2nd cousin, and she loved him so much. He just captured her heart from day one. When he passed, she told me that God sent her an angel to tell her that He was taking Matt. She said that God needed a stronger angel cause he sent one to do a job, and the angel got hurt. So He had to pick the strongest angel he could find and it was my Matt. She knew he was gone before we even told her.

This is his brother, Chris with the same little girl, Pauline, and her brother Dakota. They loved each other dearly. And still do.

This is My Matthew's namesake. Matthew Dean Hagan II. Pauline is named after my sister, Pauline Michelle, who was murdered in 1985. She is taught about her Aunt Pauline, just like Little Matt will be taught about his Uncle Matt and what his name means.

I have trouble smiling without my Matt around. I know I still have my Christopher, and baby Matt, and I love them both dearly. But nothing can replace the hole in my heart where Matt should be. He should have been able to grow up and get married and have children of his own. I will never know the feeling of what it would be like to have a grandchild from him.

This is me in Matthew's memorial garden on Christmas day, Merry Christmas to you in heaven.

This is a tribute to your life Matt.

Some of the flowers that come up in your garden.

I love putting graphics on your site. I hope this is worthy of you. God take care of you till we meet again. I love you so much, and I miss you even more.

Here is my rose to you, in a river of tears. I love you baby boy.