Matt Roberts Memorial Funds

Matt left us on Monday 27th August 2018. We know so many friends and family want to support us, and many people have asked if they can contribute to his send off. We all knew Matt differently and we ask that you all support each other and remember the good times and the laughs.

For those that do not recognise the piece below it is the lyrics from The Fresh Price of Bel Air rewritten by some of Matt's family and friends to be relevant to Matt's life.

Now this is the story all about how
Our lives got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right here
I'll tell you how Matt became the prince of a star called Altair

In East St Albans born and raised
Down in his shed is where he spent most of his days
Chilling out, gaming, relaxing all cool
And shooting some balls at the table playing pool

When the Stevensons boys were up to no good
Started making trouble in his neighbourhood
They got in one little fight and Mark got scared
Matt said you wait till I go and stroke your Mum’s blonde hair

He begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed his backpack and sent him on him way
She gave him a kissin' and she gave him his ticket
He put his Spotify on and said I might as well kick it

He whistled for his Marky and when he came near
He tapped on his leg and said here here here
If anything we could say that his humour was rare
But we’ll never forget it, to the moon, see you there

He left his home dressed in his smarts
And he wrote to the family, he’ll stay in our hearts
Looking from his kingdom, he can see the stars
To sit on his throne and watch from afar

First class, on his way to the moon,
Donate to our page to get him there soon
We’ll give him the send-off he truly deserves
We’ll have a big party, a special seat reserved