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Memories of Matt

The Pizza and the Machine by Aaron Guderjahn

1/4/2013

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I was living with Matthew in a little 2 bedroom up by NDSU.  I was home alone and I had purchased an expensive frozen pizza for the first time.  I usually got the cheap ones. I was excited to try out a pricey one.  

I cooked it and watched carefully.  When the cheese browned just right on top I grabbed a cookie sheet and slid it onto it. It looked perfect! Then when I was standing up with it it slipped off the side of the sheet and landed face down on the dirty linoleum floor. 

When Matt got home about an hour later, I was sitting on the couch. He came in in a really good mood (like he usually was) and I didn't respond.  At all.  He went into the kitchen...  Silence...  He came over and sat on the couch beside me.  a few seconds later he said, "It looked like a really good pizza."  We laughed and I cursed about it. Then he helped me clean it up.  

This was back in the early 90's and we had a telephone answering machine that we left funny messages on.  The two I remember clearly were:

Matt:"Hello you have reached the home of Matt Burkholder and Aaron Guderjahn, We are not here and the answering machine is broken.  This is the fridge. Leave a message and I will stick it to myself."  

And My favorite one was from when Matt was really sick:

Aaron:"(in a hushed voice)You have reached the phone of Matthew Burkholder and Aaron Guderjahn, I can't answer the phone right now cause Matt is really sick -(Matt from a distance) Bring me my soup!!-  oh, gotta go! Leave a message after the beep!"

As usual Matt's timing was excellent!  A lot of laughter came with the messages.
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A Letter to Matthew by Emma

1/3/2013

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I have struggled for days with how to say goodbye. Its not the easiest thing to do, I've discovered. In the past goodbye has only ever meant “until next time”. But not now. Now, goodbye has a hollow permanence that expands in my heart when I think about you.

Or more specifically, about the fact that you are gone.

Gone.
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I don't know how it took a month for you to push your way into my heart, how I didn't fall in love with your laugh the minute I first heard it in that basement of offices. It’s not that I disliked you, I just kept you at arm's length. Somehow, I kept you out until New Orleans. That wild, spontaneous, exhausting trip to New Orleans, you and me and him getting lost and finding our way in the winding streets of the French Quarter. Stumbling upon the shop of cartoonish voodoo dolls. Eating gator sausage only weeks after my vegetarianism had fallen to its demise. I fell in love with New Orleans that fall day. And I also fell in love with you. Not in a romantic way, that would have been foolish. But in the way that I wanted to consume everything you would give me- art, literature, love, heart, soul, mind- consume, absorb, learn, and emulate. You were infectious, and I caught you that day.

So much of those two years is a blur from my memory now. I don't remember all the classes we took together, but I remember your shadow puppets and your masks. I can tell you what you would eat each week at Sitar Sunday, but I can't remember if I sat next to you every day for a year. You just became this fixture in my life, and I didn't look back. I would always be guaranteed candy or a mom cookie if I came to your office where we would plan our trip to Wales. It was so effortless for you to make a genuine connection and for two years you were this unshakable, beautiful rock in my life, as though you had always been there.

When I left Alabama, when you still had a year, I disappeared. I needed to decompress from that time, and got absorbed into my work and my travel and my traveling work...... I left you, because I had to, but I wanted so badly to keep you and I knew what would happen when I left. I knew that I would disappear myself from your life, not out of choice but out of habit. Work took over, and I lost you for a few months at a time, but each time I would pop back up in Alabama, every few months, your smile and laugh were waiting for me.

I almost lost you when the tornado came through. I was terrified for all of my loves in Alabama, but you were in the front of my mind as I waited for news. I thanked everything in the world that your office was in the basement, hoping it kept you safe while the town was getting destroyed, while I anxiously waited, 600 miles away for news. It broke my heart that I couldn't drive to see you, to hug you, to know you were safe, to help the community that had brought you into my life.

The last time I saw you was a beautiful spring day, after you too had left Alabama and were heading home, but stopped to have lunch with me. I don't remember what you ate, but I do remember that you jumped out of that moving van, and wrapped your arms around me, and I knew that you understood my absence, that you had never questioned it, and that most importantly, you really hadn't disappeared in that tornado. When you hugged me goodbye, I knew that it was until next time. It was until we could create worlds together. It was until Cardiff. It was everything except what it actually was- goodbye.

6 months later you announced that your cancer was back, but that you had beaten it once, that you could beat it again. I believed you, and I kept booking work, I stayed busy, knowing you would have it no other way, and that I would always be able to come see you when the work slowed down. In October of this year, I told you about a Roman centurion that had gotten on my train that morning. I also apologized for being a terrible friend. I didn't know how sick you were even then, you wouldn't let me. Two days before Christmas, you let everyone know that your arm had gone “on vacation”, but that you were grateful your mother didn't have to host Christmas this year. I replied with one simple word- Love. I didn't know what else to say, I thought it would be enough to let you know I was thinking of you and that I would see you again. Because I had to believe that you would come out the other end of this perhaps a little weary and war torn, perhaps skinny and weak, but with a smile and a laugh, and then we would go to Wales.

I have spent the last few days trying vainly to share you with those who were never blessed to know you. How you never met a person that you didn't want to teach, who you didn't see a raw talent just waiting to be urged into taking flight. How you were willing to take risks on people, giving them the chance to succeed if they would only take it. How everyone was your friend, you were just waiting for them to discover it.

Six months into our friendship, you introduced me to the Doctor. And suddenly I was escaping where we were and exploring ideas with you, and you became my mad man with a blue box, my Doctor, my passage into worlds that only you knew. The beautiful thing about the Doctor is that he doesn't die, his story will always continue. His companions lose him, and they are forever changed by their time with him. You have left me stronger than when you found me, with a more beautiful view of this world and the people in it, while you have moved onto other adventures. You fought a war that took its toll on you, but you remained inspiring through each and every battle, and I will always remember you for your love.

Goodbye my beautiful mad man. I hope that your next adventure is filled with the love that you brought to this one.
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The Yugo and the Gorilla Suit, c. 1987  by Stephanie Devine

1/2/2013

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Matthew and I were dear friends at Fargo South high school. Sharing a love of music and both being a bit "theatrical" in nature (just a bit!), we got along like peanut butter and chocolate. We even called one another "big sister" and "little brother". Matt was a touchstone for me as well as someone I could always count on to cheer me up. Just the sight of his cherubic face would make me feel better. No one could dry my tears like Matthew. We also laughed and laughed together over one silly thing or another until the tears came. We absolutely adored one another.

The news of his death saddens me so much. The world has lost such a bright spark, and a thoroughly loving and good man. It's hard to think of a world without Matt. I find myself asking, "Why God? Why did you have to call THIS beloved one home? Why so soon?" I think about this and then I think of my silly story as Matthew would want me to, and I feel better.

In high school Matt had a part-time job doing singing telegrams. He was either the guy in the tuxedo with the rose, or the guy in the gorilla suit, assigned to scare the dickens out of people. Of course he took full advantage of this -- which means you've probably figured out my story by now. One time he had a gig at West Acres wearing the gorilla suit. Being Matthew, he said, let's put the costume on FIRST, and drive there so we can see other drivers' reactions! Oh my goodness, did we laugh, it's amazing we made it to the mall in one piece. So picture a man in a gorilla suit driving a tiny blue Yugo down 13th avenue. I was sitting in the passenger seat trying to act perfectly normal. Oh, it was hilarious. So many people were scared, it's also a wonder we didn't cause a fender bender. Amazing too, were the citizens of Fargo who looked as though seeing a gorilla driving a Yugo to West Acres was a perfectly normal thing to do, which made us laugh even harder.

Now you've got your wings Matthew, I promise to try and laugh more, and be silly, as you would want. I will never forget you. I love you so much. Love from "Big Sis" xxx
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    Aaron Guderjahn

    Matt was my best friend.  This is where I am collecting memories of him.

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