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In loving memory of my brother, Matthew Charbonneau,

called home much too soon. I will always remember kitchen

chairs lined up in a row as we played Rocky Jones,

Space Ranger; Necco Wafers candies used for

Holy Communion when we played Mass; and, when I was

eight and he was twelve, flying down the Dean Street hill

on the handlebars of his bike in complete confidence that

he would get us safely to the bottom. Love you, Mattie.