By Andrew Catania
This story doesn’t have to do with loud guitars, fast cars, and awesome rock and metal music. It’s a story about a man who was the most kind, humble, respectful, friendliest person that I’ve known in my life. My Uncle Matthew Catania.
Growing up as a teenager with long, curly hair and wearing my Ozzy and Motley Crue concert shirts, I was the outcast everywhere including my immediate family. I was always in trouble, cutting school or doing some stupid shit. No matter how bad I did something, my Uncle Matt was always the one they’d call and not my parents. He’d never judge me on what I did and always told me if I put my mind to it, I can be whatever I want in life.
He went on to have a very successful career in law enforcement. He wasn’t your normal ‘cop.’ Everyone he had contact with, from the people he arrested to people in high places, never had a bad thing to say about him. The people he arrested always said he treated them with respect and told them they could do better. He never judged someone by their cover, always saw the good in people, and you could always call him day or not if you had a problem or needed his advice on something.
He passed away this past March due to complications from surgery. He was only 59. He leaves behind four kids and three of them have followed in his footsteps to be Officers. My cousins Gabby, Matt Jr., and Nick. My cousin Allysa is a new Mother :-).
What’s the moral of this story? It doesn’t matter who you are or where you’re at in life, you can be that kind, humble, positive person in a society of bad actors.
Rest In Peace Uncle Matt. You’re missed terribly daily.