A lost friend
My name is Aaron.
Chris was a friend of mine from middle school all the way into our early adult lives. We lived together, got our first jobs together, laughed together, cried together, and shared our visions of the future. We shared the most personal stories of our lives with each other, from our families, friends, and love interests and everything else. I would not be who I am today without him.
I will be married soon, to a wonderful women. Chris and I were suppose to have kids that would grow up to be friends like we were. It pains my heart to think it will never come to fruition.
Chrises memory never leaves me more than a short period. The pain of losing him has matured into a copia of different emotions. His death has made me mature more than any other life experience to date. Everything happpens for a reason I guess. It’s whatever.
Thank you Chris. Thank you. I cry as I write this but I know now it had to happen. I feel you watching over us, guiding us, consoling us. Thank you. I know you get the letters I leave you at the cemetery. Continue to watch over us. Help Wayne and his kid, watch over Isaiah and his family, I hope Dustin hasn’t lost his way, and continue to send my family reassuring messages the way you have been.
I believe in things now I never did growing up. I appreciate the way I see the world now, in a way I never would have been able to. You can never genuinely appreciate the good times until you’ve experienced the bad times. I can appreciate now that times are good. A time for everything. “Ecclesiastes 3”
Continue to teach us lessons and watch over us. We miss you Chris. I miss you. We love you. I love you. Until we meet again my closest friend.
Your friend -Aaron.