COMMENTS FROM THE LCHS FAMILY...
(note from Caleb White added on 9/28/06)
(note from Dean Milner added on 10/12/06)
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Ray, Anita, Ashley & Andrew,
I don't have any words to express how sorry I am. Debbie Heaton sent me your email request for stories & memories to share, here's my favorite:
Matthew's senior year we were playing a tennis match at the North Georgia courts against a local county team. Standing at the upper courts was a stunning, statuesque blonde vision of all that is right in the world of women's tennis (think Maria Sharapova or Anna Kournikova)-- a transfer student from Germany who played tennis for the opposing team.
After Matthew's match, he meandered up toward the throng surrounding the beautiful young woman who was looking a bit lost with all the attention. When Matthew found out she was from Germany, he cut a swath through the crowd, smiled, and began speaking with her in German. Both were so excited to have someone to communicate with that their faces sparkled with the joy of the simple connection.
That's a good enough story, except that what I left out was that Matthew had lost his match that day. Instead of being upset about not being able to defeat an opponent, he was able to find an opportunity to make someone else feel better in a way that was uniquely Matthew-- by seeing another's need and reaching out with his ability to talk to anyone at anytime.
Maybe I should stop there, but this story makes me believe with all my heart that right now, Matthew is not lamenting his inability to defeat an earthly foe, but rather is reaching out in all the heavenly languages to touch so many new lives.
Matthew's example for future tennis student‑athletes will not be forgotten. His graciousness, wit, good humor, dedication to the sport, and academic achievements are a model for all of us. It was my absolute pleasure to be a part of Matthew's life.
Thank you also for being a family that shows us how to gracefully (and I mean grace-full literally) face the most horrible of circumstances and yet maintain faith that shines through every word and action.
Our hearts and prayers are with you,
"Coach" Libbie Haight Armstrong
ps. I sent this on to Debbie as well-- I know she will appreciate hearing how much her star student appreciated her for sparking his love of languages. Never have I witnessed such a wonderful bond between student and teacher.
I'm so sorry about Matthew. I know he will be terribly missed. I didn't know him very well, but I know he was a wonderful person. I remember him coming to our house to play with Joseph once when he was probably about ten or eleven. I think that was when I found out that he and Joseph shared a birthday, and I always thought it was neat that they were exactly the same age. I remember very well when Matthew was taking piano from my dad. For a long time Matthew and I were the only piano students my dad had besides college students. I remember my dad talking often about how well Matthew played, and I remember hearing him play. I remember one year when Matthew rode with my dad and me to Athens for the North East Georgia Music Teachers Association state piano auditions. I even remember one of the pieces he played that year. One day last summer after I had had my high school graduation and recital, my mom ran into Matthew in the gym at North Georgia. She told me that as soon as Matthew saw her, he asked how my recital had gone and said he was sorry he'd missed it. It just made my day to hear that he'd remembered and thought to mention it to her. My mom got all the e‑mails about Matthew during the last year‑and‑a‑half, and she updated me occasionally on how he was doing. I want you to know that hearing about how Matthew fully accepted what was going on and completely trusted God during that hard time made a great impression on me. It has been very encouraging to me to see someone so close to my age face such a difficult thing with so much faith and without complaint. He has definitely left a wonderful testimony and example for me. I will be praying for your family, that God will give you comfort, peace, and joy in the days to come. God bless you all.
Love in Christ, Hannah C. (student at LCHS and daughter of Matthew’s last Piano Instructor, Dr. Joe C.)
Hi. My name is Kelly G. I went to high school with Matthew. I was two years younger than him. I didn't know him very well, but I found my interests became very similar to him and I grew to strongly admire him. His senior year he performed a concert at Gloria Shott Auditorium. I also play piano (not near as well) and went with my friend Chelsea J. One of the songs he played, Chopin's Raindrop Prelude, was one that I was also working on, and I loved how he played it. After the concert, I went with Chelsea to tell him how awesome he did and because I didn't know him very well, he didn't know my name when he was introducing me to someone. My other memory of him was at Sound of Music auditions. I was sitting beside him in the auditorium, and he was studying some piano music just by looking at it. I talked to him about it a little, but I remember being much more interested in his music than the auditions. After he graduated, I really started to get into the french language. I remember talking to him about it over messenger. I think I was asking him about whether he got the languages confused because I was interested in learning more. Now, I'm in Spanish class and I think of him and how much of an inspiration he has been to me. I know I have had many more encounters with Matthew, but these are just the ones that stand out in my mind. My thoughts are with you right now.
God bless. -Kelly Garmon (LCHS Student and friend)
First off let me say that I can not possibly fathom how you must be feeling right now. My heart is over come with grief for not only my dear friend but for you as well. I can only offer my condolences and volunteer my services if you need anything. I know that right now the only condolence you take comfort in, is that of the Lord. I know that he's in a better place, but that does not take away our want and love for Matthew.
I was a friend of Matthew's all through high school. He was probably one of my best friends. We would always take classes together, because well we had fun together. We always were partners when projects came up, he tutored me in probably every subject at least once. Every day when ever I'd walk into class he'd be sitting there waiting for me, saving me a seat, and say, "Miss Lindsey why are you late again? Just kidding!" He always had such a light spirit, and an easy laugh. Christ was probably one of the most evident things about Matthew. That is where is heart TRULY was. He would talk me through my problems and made me feel as if they weren't that big, and if there was one that we couldn't topple, he'd say, "Forget about it, it's ok, it's all in the Lords hands."
It was not just me that loved him though. My whole family did... he helped me through my parents divorce, and would always check up on my mother and I. We'd stay up late doing projects and just laughing. He'd calm me down and help me study when there was a big exam coming up.
To tell the truth I would not have graduated high school had it not been for Matthew. He had this way of motivating me, not just in school but in life.
I remember the day I found out that he had a tumor I called him and sat in the bath room and just cried; all I could get out was, "Matthew I am SO SORRY. I don't know why this is happening and you of all people do not deserve it . I am just so sorry." He would chuckle, and say, "Megan it's ok! I'm going to be ok!" He never doubted, he never got down, he never took pity on him self. If anything this only drew him deeper into the Lord's warm embrace. He was positive through out the whole thing. It was a true testament to me. I never understood him and his peace with everything that was going on around him.
I saw him about a month ago, before I went out of town, and it was just good, and encouraging to me. We had talked about going out and doing something once I got back into town. He was fussing at me making me promise to finish college no matter what else I did... I promised him that and that is a promise I intend to keep, for him. We were laughing listening to music... We talked about how much we loved Michael Buble, and how awesome it would be to see him in concert...Spending time with him that day made me feel at peace, because he was at peace.
That is why no matter how saddened I am to lose someone I loved so dearly, I can't help but think that he is with the Lord. He is perfect now, not suffering, and just cutting up with the Lord. I am going to miss him terribly but I take comfort in this one thing...
Jeremiah 29:11-13 "For I know the plans I have for you,plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."
That is what Matthew did his entire life, he sought after the Lord with all of his heart, and now the Lord is rewarding him, with a new perfect life in his heavenly kingdom. Matthew is ok, now no harm can come to him. He is with the one who loves him most.
Megan (Lindsey) Wood
(Megan, your picture with Matthew at Graduation is at the snapfish.com link!)
Matthew's struggle meant a lot to me and really helped me grow and see things differently in my life. When I saw Matthew have such a positive attitude it reminded me that I have no reason to whine about things in my life. I have every reason to be grateful.
Your many e-mails were so powerful and reminded me that I need to let my family know how I feel about them. The little trivial things just don't matter. You will probably never know what a big difference you made in the lives of others by sharing your story. I am definitely a better person because of it.
Many blessings and peace to you and your family, Anita J. Roush
In love and sympathy, I offer the following remembrance of Matthew:
In a teaching career that spans more than 30 years, I have taught literally thousands of students. In all those thousands, Matthew stands out as one of the most intelligent, most talented, and kindest individuals I have ever known. Not only was he my student, but also he was my friend. We spent many hours discussing our mutual love of literature and language.
On this summer day when I learned that Matthew's struggle against his cancer was over, I read "The Summer Day," a poem by Mary Oliver, that ends with the questions "Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one . . . precious life?"
Matthew's life was precious, and he did so much with the short time he had. I will remember him in countless ways. I will remember the exemplary essays he wrote that I used as models for other students. I will remember what an amazing attorney he was on the Lumpkin County Mock Trial Team. I will remember him as I listen to the tape he made for me of one of his piano recitals. I will remember him as he looked when he brought me a bouquet of flowers before his high school graduation to thank me for being his teacher. I will remember what an inspiration he was to me as he struggled valiantly against his illness. So Matthew's life will live on in my memory and continue to inspire me until we meet again.
Juanita Tipton, Lumpkin County High School English Teacher and Mock Trial Coach
Hello, I attached two pictures I thought you might like to have; one of the pictures was a candid shot during Senior Year Prom, and the other was at graduation. I went back through my memories box, and found a couple news articles with him in them, and an old baseball team picture. I was really hoping to find a picture from the year he played soccer with us, but I couldn't find it. But I am planning on making copies of everything I have in paper to give to you. I'm not as good with words as I am with pictures, heh.
Thank you for the times I did get to know your son; Matthew was a very compassionate, intelligent, optimistic, and well‑raised man. Honestly, I don't think any words can really adequately describe the kind of person he was, but he definately touched all that he met. I feel honored to have been able to call him my friend.
My heart goes out to you, and the rest of your family, and thank you again for the opportunity to meet such an impacting, wonderful person. If there's anything I can do, please don't hesitate to ask.
With Love, Karleigh Fusia
Hey, This is Ben Jones writing this time, from my parents e-mail address. Mom (Janet) kept me updated on Matthew's condition regularly and has been on my mind frequently as well. I wanted to write personally after I was told of the latest update, that Matthew was already getting to spend time with his Savior in heaven‑ something we all await here on earth. I just wanted to write to you quickly about my brief, though probably less personal, memory of Matthew. My mom might have mentioned it, but I always considered Matthew a prodigy. When I took piano from Mr. Abee, he was the one who always beat me to be last on the program for recitals. Mr. Abee claimed he didn't order the performances from simpliest to most difficult, but we all knew that no one could touch Matthew's talent on the piano. I always had a ton of respect for Matthew, even if I really didn't get to know him as well personally. I'll be praying for you guys, and as I'm sure many have said, just lean on the fact that Matthew is doing a ton better now than any of us still here on earth. God bless,
Ben
I just wanted to send you my sympathy's but I also want you to know that your son touched not only me but I know in my heart that Matthew has and will continue to touch others. I graduated high school with Matthew and I will never forget his wonderful smile and kind words as we all endured high school. We shared home room together and I don't think a day went by that I didn't enjoy his wonderful smile and kind heart. He was such an example for God and I know that people will continue to be touched by him even through his passing. God has such a great and wonderful plan for all of you and while this will be the hardest time for you take heart in knowing you will see him again and he will be radiant just as he was every morning in school. All of you are in my prayers and in my heart. Your son was not only an example of Christ but he was an example of a loving Christian home which you provided.
God Bless, Meagen Pruitt
Mr. and Mrs. Prince,
My name is Brooke Caldwell and I was a year younger than Matthew in school. I have several wonderful memories of Matthew that I have been replaying in my head over and over again since I heard the news. I became friends with Matthew when we were both cast in Sound of Music. I was Liesl and everytime I performed I would walk off stage and Matthew would be there and he always told me that he would have been a much better Rolf. I always told him that he should have been, and I always thought of him as my Rolf. Matthew and I went out to the movies a couple of times, and even took me to Starbucks for the first time, which was the start of my constant buying of overpriced coffee. One time we were going to see The Village and it was raining so hard that the car windshield kept fogging up,so Matthew had to keep wiping down the windshield and drive. He always amazed me with his ability to pick up so many languages at ease. He used to come into my French class and just carry on a normal conversation without any struggle at all with Mrs. Heaton. I always thought I would never be able to be that fluent and he was only a year older than me! Matthew was a precious part of my life. I think of these things and smile because he was such a wonderful person to be around. I've always had the highest respect for Matthew and I know I am one of many that feel that way. I thank God for bringing him into my life because I have so many wonderful memories to look back on.
God Bless You, Brooke Caldwell
Dear Mr. Prince and Family,
I cannot even express my deepest sympathy about Matthew's passing. I tried calling the house on Wednesday, July 19, so that my sister Brooke and I could visit with Matthew, ignorant to what was happening at that moment.
Your family has been in my thoughts and prayers. There are things that happen in this world that I cannot and will not ever understand, but I place my faith in the Lord that his infallible will be done in our lives. There are instances in the Bible where the righteous have suffered, like men of God such as Job, Paul, Peter, even Christ himself, who has been through it all to bear the full sins of the world for us.
I wish I knew why people that live their lives for Christ suffer. I wish I could come to some understanding why tragedies such as this exist for those who love Christ. I do know that no matter what we go through in this life, Christ understands. 1 Peter Chapter 3 Verse 18 says: "For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit:"
I am so thankful that Matthew professed to be a born again Christian. Even though Matthew suffered, he is now with the Creator, the one who understands all things. Though I feel a deep burden for you, your family, and the rest of us who were blessed by Matthew's life, I know that Matthew is walking with our Father, and that his joy will be everlasting.
I have many wonderful memories of Matthew. They range from elementary school all the way through college.
When I was in first grade, I remember that 101 Dalmations was a huge movie. All of us had seen the Disney movie, and we loved it. Matthew was no exception. I remember sitting in the halls after school for "Parent Pick‑Up" with Matthew while he would tell me how much he loved Dalmations and how they were the greatest dogs in the world. (NOTE FROM RAY... We had a Dalmatian at this point in Matthew’s life) I didn't know Matthew that well, but I soon began to know him by name from waiting with him after school everyday. I believe his hair was cut short at that moment in life.
I remember that when we first went to high school, I hadn't seen Matthew in quite a while (because he went to a different middle school during that time). He was friends with Brittany Leeds at the time, as was I. When I finally got to high school (the old one for about a year), I remember him as a very funny class mate. He was one of the few friends I knew that was so into other cultures. I remember very well in Mr. Morrow's class, Matthew showed us the difference between Hershey's chocolate and Swiss chocolate. Even though you can buy it from Wal‑Mart, I still buy and eat Toblerone today because I liked it so much when Matthew brought it to class.
Matthew had a way about him in high school. He was a separate individual from the rest of the class. He was a Christian. A born again Christian. Teachers would try to prepare themselves for an argument whenever evolution was taught, and Matthew was ready for them, smiling that signature smug smile.
Matthew made me laugh a lot. His mannerisms and the way he talked made me smile. Whenever I saw him, it was never, "Hey, Jared!" It was always, "Good afternoon, Mr. Caldwell. How are you doing this fine day?" I was either "Jared Caldwell" or "Mr. Caldwell", never Jared. I loved it.
Some of my favorite conversations were with Matthew Prince. I used to call him while he was away at Princeton (he had such a ball!). He would tell me how snobby some of the "rich kids" were, but he was having a lot of fun. I am so glad he got to experience that.
One of my very favorite memories with Matthew was one day during the summer of my junior year. I was really excited about a new movie I had just seen, which was commonplace at the time, and I wanted to watch it with him. I was working, and we were both busy during the evening the next day, so he decided to come over at 8:00 in the morning to watch this movie with me, all because he wanted to hang out and because he knew I was excited about it.
When he would come home from Vanderbilt, he would always give me a call, and we would either hang out in town or go see a movie.
After he got sick, I would either go see him in the hospital, or if he was out and about he would come over to hang out with me at my grandmother's condo.
I am very thankful that Matthew was in my life. Matthew amazed me with his good nature and attitude. Not only is Matthew a great person, he has shown me what being a man is all about. At this point in a young male's life, we are crossing the bridge from boyhood to manhood. Some of us, like Matthew, have crossed that bridge. Matthew is a man. I only wish that I too can be a man like Matthew, someone with a kind and open heart, unashamed to say how much he loves his close ones, someone unafraid to step up in life and do something, someone unafraid to give, and someone who will uphold what is decent and good through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I use the present tense when describing Matthew's character because he has an undying, eternal soul. A gift from God. Matthew is with our Creator, and I look forward to fellowshipping with him in the presence of our Father.
Thank you, for raising such a son that is such a positive influence on my life. It is sometimes hard to cope in a world unfriendly to the fellowship and word of God. I thank God for giving me a brother to look to as an example of how to live a life of manhood and Godliness.
I hope and pray in your time of need that you and your family receive the comfort of the Holy Spirit in your dark time.
We are all thinking of you. God Bless your family.
Sincerely, Jared Caldwell
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Prince and Family,
I want to extend my deepest sympathies to your family on your loss. I consider it an honor and privilege to have known and taught Matthew. Matthew was a remarkable young man and student. In the fall of 2001 I began my tenure at LCHS and Matthew was in my business law class. It didn't take me long to find out that Matthew was very bright and articulate. As a first year teacher Matthew made teaching that class easier and I'll never forget that. Never at a loss for words, when we did mock trails during class I could always count on him to be one of the lawyers. I always thought he would have made a great lawyer. I remember one case Matthew was the lead defense attorney and as always I was the sitting judge. We were running out of time so I ruled, and it was against Matthew's case. It was on a Friday and on Monday Matthew brought me a case precedence proving that my ruling was incorrect. After that year I moved to construction and never had Matthew in class again but saw him often in the halls. A smile for everyone and a quick word will be how I will always remember him. During the past year I read a book entitled "90 minutes in Heaven." It's a true story about a Baptist preacher who is fatally wounded in a car crash and spends 90 minutes in heaven before returning to earth to continue his ministry. He speaks of being in the presences and speaking to loved ones, family members and friends who had past on before but they were in a glorified body full of life. He also speaks of the heavenly music in the background nothing like he had ever heard before songs of love, praise and adoration for the heavenly father. But, most of all he speaks of the peace and love emanating
from everything. Matthew is there right now and has seen the heavenly father. His time on earth was just a vapor, gone much too soon but we that believe are assured of a glad and glorious reunion that lasts for eternity.
One day I will pass thru this Vail of tears and my friend and your son Matthew will be there to greet me with a smile and a quick word. What a legacy he left. May the love and the peace of the heavenly father be with you and comfort you.
Sincerely, Mr. Jeff Bearinger, Lumpkin County High School
Dear Prince Family,
As I am sitting here on the wonderful campus of UGA, I try my hardest to think of completely awesome things to say and write for this website memorial to Matthew. But I am beginning to think that it isn't nessecary. Matthew was a great guy, we all know that with all of our hearts. I guess I can relate some experiences with him.
I first meet Matthew in middle school. He was the smart guy that everyone hated because he always knew everything. Because no student cared about what they learned, and he did. In high school I actually got to know him, and he helped me in almost every single class I had. I then discovered something cool about this kid, he was hilarious.Matthew always had a great sense of humor, always. I have no memories of him when he wasn't just happy as can be. I remember so many times when he would say something that wasn't even funny, but I would start laughing just because his laugh was so funny, and I would join in. I remember numerous moments where I would make fun of him in complete jest, and he would come back with something so brilliant, I could only stare open-mouthed in wonder. I wish I could take back every jest I ever said to him. I am tearing up in the middle of this library just thinking about him. There isn't a day that goes by I don't think of him. He was such a positive influence on me, and I miss him more than I could ever know.
To the family, there is nothing I could say that hundreds haven't told you already. The son you had, but still have in memory and spirit, was a man that was envied by other men. He never strayed, and he was always persisitent and knowing.
I am so glad I saw him on July 4th. I saw him with Kristal and Jared and Chelsea. I know he loved that we came over. I told him that I would come see him a few weeks later, on a Sunday. I did end up seeing him, but it was at his funeral. I had to borrow a suit to show up.There are no words to explain how much I miss him. I loved him and his family. But I know he knows that, and I know that he knew that all the way to the end.
I wish the best to his family, through this time of tremendous sorrow, and I just wanted to let you know that your son touched my life more than I thought he did. He was probably one of the best people I knew.Sincerely, Caleb Walker White
Dear Matthew,
I see that most people decided to write something about you to your family. I got to talk to your family at your viewing and funeral . . . you were the only one I didn't really get to talk to. I wish I could have gotten to see you one more time. I called the Saturday before you passed away, but your dad picked up and said you all had to make a quick trip back to Vandy and that you would all be back sometime during the week . . . I guess deep down I knew . . . I was going on vacation for the week, so I told him to tell you I'd be by to see you next Saturday . . . I didn't want it to be like that . . . I got to see you, but it wasn't you. You were so far away yet so close at the same time. It hurt to know that all I had to say goodbye to was your family and a shell that had once carried your amazing soul. You know they built pyramids and shrines for lesser men than you? But their shrines were only physical . . . thousands of years later we can even see a few of them from space . . . but yours is much bigger. It's a shrine in the hearts of all who know you, a shrine in the hearts of all those who know those who know you . . . and it goes on . . . You don't have to travel across the world to see it . . . you simply look into the eyes of those who have been touched by you (which if you refer to a couple of phrases back is an enormous amount of people). What long dead pharaoh has that today? You know it's hard not to get angry . . . ok, I lie . . . it's impossible. I know it's wrong, but I keep asking why you . . . why a tumor . . . why take from you the most amazing thing about you . . . why? I know the answer: there is a greater good in it . . . but I'm short sighted and can't see it . . . so it makes me angry. I'm sorry for my anger . . . you know the time I called you during the summer after I heard you had a recurrence . . . I was choked the entire time . . . and then some of the guys I knew came up and were trying to get the phone from me. They were asking if I was talking to my mom or my girlfriend and saying they wanted to talk to them. They were going to try and throw me in the pool . . . I got so angry . . . I could hear in your voice the slight strain. I was afraid you didn't have much time left . . . and these jerks were taking that time away from me. I told you to hold on for a second. I covered the mic on my phone with my hand and I just exploded. I hope you didn't hear it. I'm ashamed now of what I said to them. After I hung up with you I cried . . . I guess deep down I knew . . . I prayed, I prayed a lot. I wanted to get to see you if only once more, but I guess there was a reason for that too. I wish I could see the big picture . . . that would make writing this a whole lot easier . . . it would make looking at your funeral program on my board a whole lot easier too. You know me, the scientific type . . . I need laws and proof for everything. Makes understanding the divine near impossible. Sometimes (especially now) I wish God hadn't given me the ability to question. Or at least He could have with held from me the desire to ask the questions without answers. But He didn't and I know in the end, I'm thankful that He didn't. But right now is not the end, so all this angers me. I'm coming home for Thanksgiving . . . I'll be talking to our high school. Oh the memories. My all time favorite is still when Caleb and I tried to abduct you from your house. I forget the outcome, but it was still so much fun. I remember our hour-plus long debate on evolution in World Geography. You later told me that you went to some seminar where you found out why evolution is so incontestable and that a debate against it could never stand. You had a smile on your face the whole time you were telling me, so I know there was more, but you didn't say anything else. I remember way back to when we were both in elementary school (were you home schooled or something? I can't remember) . . . I was at a Sunday school at this church one of my neighbors went to. It was this elderly couple. Anywho, somehow the topic of The Lion King came up and you said something about the monkey (Rafiki?) being sinful because he practiced witchcraft. Last time I told you about it, you didn't remember. I remember AP US History where regardless of what one of us would say, the other would try to refute it. It could be a comment like "WWI came before WWII" and we'd still argue about it. Every time we did it Mrs. (I can't believe I forgot her name) would get so exasperated. It was fun. You graduated second in our class. We always joked that it was because you actually took hard classes and didn't try to play teacher's pet . . . I think you joked about it, but I really meant it. For one of my classes here, we have these assignments called Leadership Journal Entries. They're supposed to help us develop our leadership thoughts through writing . . . I always had a hard time writing in a journal because I could never figure out who I should write to (it definitely would not be myself or the stupid little book). So, for these assignments, I'm writing to you. It makes it so much easier. I imagine that you are asking me the questions that the assignment addresses and then I just explain it to you. I just realized something, I use less ". . ." when I'm not crying . . . interesting. Well, I could probably keep this up forever, and I know you'd listen, so in the sake of my sanity and your dad's email server, I'm going to cut this off here. I will say this, though . . . next time I see you, I fully expect you to be able to teach me every language in the universe. I love you, man, and I'll see you soon!
Dean
To Matt's Family,
Thank you for the son/brother you showed to this world . . . to me.
Dean