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Matthew Parks

Matthew Robert Parks

Tuesday, July 13th, 1976 - Friday, January 4th, 2019
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Matthew Robert Parks, 42, of Montesano passed away Tuesday, January 1, 2019 at the University of Washington Medical Center in Seattle. Matthew was born July 13, 1976 in Seattle to Robert and Marlinda (Rose) Parks.
Matt graduated from Aberdeen High School and then Washington State University in 2000, where he earned his Bachelor’s Degree. Matt had been working for for the past year and a half; prior to that he had worked in the moving industry for 10+ years.
On September 7, 2002 Matt married the love of his life Brianna Dunn in Montesano. She survives him at the family home.
Matt enjoyed camping, golfing and loved spending time with his children and family.
In addition to his loving wife Brianna, he is also survived by his son Landyn Parks and daughter Dekotah Parks both of Montesano; and his sister E. Kristen Parks of Seattle.
He was preceded in death by his parents Robert and Marlinda Parks.
A celebration of Matt’s life is planned for 1:00 p.m., Sunday, January 20th at the Montesano Moose Lodge.
To share memories or express condolences please visit . Arrangements are entrusted to Harrison Family Mortuary in Montesano.
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    Sunday, January 20th, 2019 | 1:00pm
    Sunday, January 20th, 2019 1:00pm
    Montesano Moose Lodge # 1210
    3 Monte Elma Rd.
    MONTESANO, WA 98563
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    Celebration of Life


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Shirley Miles

Posted at 01:12pm
I always remember seeing Parks at family barbecues, picnic's at the lake or lining all the guys up on the Izzi deck to take homecoming, or prom pictures. When I think of Matt I remember his radiant smile, and his mischievous grin. Always thought he was a nice young man with a friendly outgoing personality. My thoughts are with his family and lots of prayers too. May he rest in peace. He will be missed. Shirley Miles


Posted at 09:16am
My deepest condolences for your loss. We live in a world were so many loved ones fall asleep in death, the Bible refers to death as an enemy which it is, to separate us from our loved ones. But in our faith in God’s promises we can find comfort and hope.. These scriptures can gives us that- 1 Corinthians 15:26 ,Acts 24:15.

Jimmie Mac

Posted at 06:55pm
Not many people know much about my past but I have lost a few loved ones along the way including a identical twin brother when we were 5 years old and to this day I don't talk about it much because it hurts deep down inside, but that's my shipwreck. I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child or a wife, husband or parent when you are just a young child you have lived your whole life with, But here's my two cents... I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see. As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at some airport. You can see it coming, for the most part you prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out. Take it from me. The waves never stop coming, I've been doing it for 56 years now and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks. Matt and I weren’t friends for very long but we had a connection, we shared the same birthday the love of golf and a good friend! My you rest in peace my friend… Mac

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