Someone to guide you . . .
October 2, 1979 to July 25, 1997
I put up this page, in part, to help me with this loss, but mostly just to remember Aaron. He was a special person in many ways.
Aaron used to like to walk and walk. He was very good at lounging around and eating, messily. He used to look at the sunlight coming through the leaves of trees. This made him smile. His smiles were rare gems that made everyone around him smile in return.
10/97It's been a couple of months since Aaron died and I still think about him sometimes, Hard not to really. There're constant reminders at work. His picture is here and there. His mom gave me one of his favorite toys, a molecule-looking rattle. It's sitting on one of my speakers. He used to shake it hard and smile. Every once in a while, it seemed to me that he might be shaking it in time to music that was playing.I was just thinking of how I used to sit with him after he'd have an especially bad seizure. He would cry out and go rigid for a while, then just sit or lay there looking terrified. I'm not sure he ever got used to having seizures.There was no way to communicate to him that it was gonna be alright. All I could do was talk to him and hold his hand until he could relax a little and maybe go back to sleep if it was late.
Maybe he's better off not having to go through that anymore, but the selfish part of me wants him to be around no matter what. I once heard that when someone dies, we cry for ourselves. Seems to ring true to me.