Mattie Stepanek loved
people and life. He was born on July 17, 1990 and was the youngest of four
children, each born with a life-threatening neuromuscular disease. (dysautonomic mitochondrial myopathy, a
rare neuromuscular disorder) The devastating effects of this disease were not
realized until all four of the children were born. Mattie never knew his two
older siblings, Katie and Stevie, who died before he was born. But he was very
close to his brother, Jamie, who died when they were both preschoolers. Mattie’s
earliest creations of poetry during his preschool years developed from his
expressions of grief as he coped with the loss of his beloved brother, with the
change in his mother’s abilities as she developed symptoms and was diagnosed with
the adult form of the disease.
Mattie began calling
his creations “Heartsongs” when he was about five years old. Each person’s
Heartsong is unique and essential in Mattie’s description, even though the
message stays the same. Not two
Heartsongs are exactly alike, and no one Heartsong is better that any other
one. His Heartsongs are filled with sunrises and sunsets, feathers and
seashells, people and peace, pain and hope, faith and frustration, lullabies
and laughter, death and dancing, echoes and silhouettes, visions and
celebrations, mortality and eternity.
On March 7, 2004, Mattie
penned his last poem, and called it “Final Thoughts.” The following day, he
went into heart failure, and he died three and a half months later, on June 22.
One of the last statements Mattie made during the weeks before his death was
that he was “a man of many thoughts and a man of many, many words.” He also
asked if he had “done enough” in his life to plant and nurture seeds of hope
and peace for children, for adults, for nature and for the future. His mother
reassured him that he had done everything he came to earth to do…he was truly
the best person he could be. May the words that Jeni told her son can be true
about all of us; that we all have done what we came here to do.
Final Thoughts
~Mattie J.T. Stepanek~
Have you ever wondered
If some people will cry, and cry
And sigh after you die?
Have you wondered
If the people will cry and then
Try to move forward as time
Fades the wounds and
Drives the tears and
Gracefully blesses the soul?
I have.
I have so
Wondered.
If some people will cry, and cry
And sigh after you die?
Have you wondered
If the people will cry and then
Try to move forward as time
Fades the wounds and
Drives the tears and
Gracefully blesses the soul?
I have.
I have so
Wondered.
Have you ever wondered
If some people will live, and live
And love differently after you pass?
Have you wondered
If the people will live and then
Sift and reflect on the
Wisdom of your thoughts and the
Gentleness of your words and the
Enduring consequences of your actions?
I have.
I have so, so
Wondered.
Have you ever wondered
If some people will wonder, and wonder
And wander in realization after reality rests?
Have you wondered
If the people will wonder and then
Peacefully ponder the undying
Essence of your echo and the
Silhouette of your legacy that
Spirits the memory after death passes?
I have.
I have so, so, so
Wondered.
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