Tuesday, April 30, 2024
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Aaron was special in so many ways and he has left a hole in our hearts that can never be filled. I know that he is surrounded by my parents, my grandparents, and all of his friends and family who have gone before him to heaven. To my grandmother, he was her "darling boy," and like the rest of us, she was smitten with the beautiful boy he was (inside and out). I had just turned 13 when Aaron was born, and he taught my 13-year-old self how to be an aunt. We could not get enough of holding Aaron, fighting to hold him, loving him.
But this is the thing. Life speeds by and we get busy with our own lives, our own children, our own worries and Aaron grew up and moved to AZ. I wish I could turn back time for my sister, Ann, my brother-in-law, Bill, and my niece Sarah and my nephew, Matt. Selfishly, I wish I could turn it back for myself as well. I wish I could hug Aaron one more time and tell him that I loved him. Tell him that he was special. That he was deeply loved. I hope he knew how much we all loved him.
When I ask Ann what I can do to help, she tells me to hug my daughters for her. She tells me that there is a hole in her heart bigger than the universe.
I know Aaron is at peace now and that we have another guardian angel watching over us. I have promised Aaron that I would write more. I love what one of my favorite authors wrote about grief: “You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
― Anne Lamott
Aaron will forever live in our hearts.
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