Joshua Brooks
Oh Boy, I have so many good memories with Matt it's hard to pick the best one because so many of them are great! But, I do have one that sticks out because of the effect and impact I know it had on Matt and myself. We shared a lot Matt and I. The first time I left Utah and sold everything I couldn't take with me, I gave to Matt. From then on Matt was like a brother to me. When he and JD moved to Hawaii, and JD came home, Matt called and asked if I wanted to move out there and work with him. I did for almost a year. I told him I was missing out on my daughter's life back home in Utah, or I would have stayed out there with him forever. Maui was a paradise where I was able to spend time with Matt. But the most memorable time was years later when we would search for answers in the mountains of Utah for things that we saw that weren't able to be explained in books. We had many weekends spent riding motorcycles and hiking through different parts of Utah after spending hours and hours on Google Earth locating the perfect places to go each time. This particular time we chose to go to Newspaper Rock, Bears Ears, and Wilson's Hole in the Rock, all south of Moab. There was a spiritual connection that was made that trip that gave us each a renewed testimony of the things we had been taught about the ancestors of this land. And our genealogy going all the way back to Moses. We were witnesses to things that have been tattooed into the rocks that tell the stories that were meant to be seen. They were and are still some of the most sacred days of my life. Matt and I were there together. My Brother. We have miles and nemories that would go on and on. As does his bother JD. He has been a friend of mine since Jr. High when we spent hours and hours on the wrestling mat. If it wasn't for JD, I may never have known Matt. They both are brothers of mine forever. The first time I ran away from home I was taken in by JD and his brother Matt. They let me stay in there dad's camper in their back yard until one day Boyd came a knocking. The times we had are memories I will never forget.
