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Funeral Service

St. Ann Church
Saturday August 13th, 2016
11:00am

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Matthew McCue

Matthew McCue, 44, of Bristol passed away unexpectedly on Saturday, July 9, 2016.

He was born on Sept. 3, 1971, in Bristol the son of Jacqueline Perry and the late Gary McCue. Besides his mother, he is survived by a son, Justin McCue of Milford, Pa.; a half-brother, Evan McCue, along with Aunts, Uncles and cousins. He was predeceased by his loving grandparents, Dora and Alfred McCue.

Graveside service will be held Aug. 16, 2016, in St. Joseph Cemetery at 12 Noon. Dunn Funeral Home, 191 West St., Bristol, is in charge of the arrangements.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the funeral home to help the family to defray costs of the services. WWW.Dunnfh.com


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I fucking HATE that you died. I mean, we both knew it was coming but I wasn't supposed to lose you this soon. There was still so much more for us to discover. I still hear new music and my first thought is to call you and let you know about it. Sirois used to say we were like an old married couple....fighting over the stupidest crap. I wish I had a place to write the stuff I don't want other people to read. You were my best friend for YEARS. After you passed I sat awake for three nights until 2 or 3 in the morning waiting to hear from you. I figured if there WAS an afterlife....or if someone COULD communicate from the other side...if there even **IS** an "other side" you would be in my living room telling me all about it. I have to admit I was seriously disappointed that I didn't hear from you because I actually expected to. You're an asshole for checking out so soon. I tried to get my hands on some artwork I know was important to you but apparently your batshit crazy mother tossed all of your worldly posessions into a dumpster. While it's true you had a gift for burning bridges I cannot forgive her for failing UTTERLY as a mother.....Her selfish bullshit....her what? SIX husbands?......I always understood you were dealt a bad hand from the start....and you overcame a LOT of difficulty even as you created your own. We were so much alike...in ways that almost no one else understood....The biggest difference, I think, was our families. Despite my own parents' troubles, their children somehow came first. Your parents weren't worthy of being parents. You know all of that. The myriad men your mother brought home were RARELY good to you and your mother was so self-absorbed and self-centered that it seems like you slipped between the cracks. It took me a LONG time to convince myself that your family life should be aired out by me but it SHOULD be known...you weren't just another guy that died in the way you did. You were a child that wasn't taught how to grow up. You were a teenager that had to navigate puberty with a variety of different men that your worthless mother fell in with...or out of.....You were a young adult who had pieced together social constructs from flawed observations. When you became an adult you forged your way through into a good life....with a beautiful wife, a nice home, a good job......but you were never taught how to behave like an adult. Mostly you figured it out alone but your mother's complete self-centeredness made it difficult to overcome. We were both destructive in our own...and very similar...ways but the paper thin difference between us was our family. I used to tell people...when you found yourself in trouble....that you were never given a chance.....And while some people overcome those obstacles, some don't. At least now you don't have to climb that hill anymore. It pisses me off that you died...and died in the way you did....and listening to certain people talk about it makes me want to vomit. Rest in peace, my friend. If you're ever in the neighborhood, I still listen for you now and again. I'd LOVE to hear what you might have to say...but more importantly, I'd love to hear from you. I never suspected our last conversation was out LAST conversation.

Noj Jan 25 2018 12:00 AM

A candle was lit in memory of Matthew McCue

AMBER Oct 12 2016 12:00 AM

A candle was lit in memory of Matthew McCue

Rose Zoccoli Aug 13 2016 12:00 AM