The day I lost Aaron, was and will always be the most awful thing in my life. I got the call from Pam, I will never forget her words, they tore a hole right through my heart, the last thing on earth I ever expected, not Aaron. But it was, I dont remember a lot of the trip to him, but it couldnt happen fast enough, even though he was already dead. I had to see him, touch him, say goodbye to him. To this day I can still look at his picture and tears start, I miss him so much it hurts. Why him? I have asked over and over, and I know I will never know that, but to me it was the most unfair thing that could ever be, I would have traded places w/ him in a heart beat. He had so very much to live for, his little girl, turned 1, 3 days after his death, his son was only 2 months old. Aaron loved thos babies like no other. He was and wanted to be the Dad he never had. I still see him the day Lola was born and his tears of joy, and his touch to her, was the ultimate picture of love. Aaron had actually just strted to live, yes he had done lots of other things, but to him, Pam and their babies were the world. He was so very proud of them.

 Me and Aaron shared a bond, like not a lot of mothers and sons, but we did, and we knew it as well as everyone else, we talked on the phone every day or every other day, no matter where he was, or what was going on in his life. We had so very much in commom, our love of music, books, movies, different things, but the bond was there, and for me it will never end. I still can't believe hes really gone, I know he is, but its so hard to look at the pictures, and to know he will never grow any older, as I do. I can still hear his voice, hear his laugh. I remember so many things we laughed about, that no one else ever got!

 I think of him ever day, there are 3 songs that say, so much how I feel, but only if it could be true.

Aaron was a happy baby, he was born in Germany, as his father was in the Military at that time. He had the most beautiful white curly hair as a little boy, I still see him running along w/ his little chubby legs and white curls bouncing.

Aaron was the type of person to never judge anyone, and he was very much an individual, that wanted to experience life to the fullest.

All I ever wanted for him was to be happy and to find all the happiness he deserved.

We had been in a car accident, and he ended up having to have back fusion surgery, he was 13, he spent that year of school flat on his back, being tudored, and he was a real trooper, through all of it and the physical therapy. Not a friend ever showed up. He would stand w/ cruthches and paint the bedroom walls, he drew cartoons, movie, scenes, a little bit of everything, we had a blast.

He continued on and graduated High School w/ honors, and he wore popeye shorts and wore sandles to graduation! He was truely my son.Besides having shoulder length hair and his tattoos, something we both had, his were all his own drawings, and so were some of mine, we went together for his first one, and now my shoulder blades have one of his drawings w/ tribute to him, and the other has the cherub on his headstone and stars all around it, in the colors of my kids and grandkids! I hope to some day have the last tattoo he had put on him, put on me also, its fire and ice, a drawing he did himself, yes he loved art also!