Hey Kid, I know I'm getting to this later in the day than I usually do, but I couldn't let today go by without writing something for your 20th(!) birthday. I've been going back and forth, trying to figure out what I want to say to you today. If you were here, I'm sure I'd be telling you how proud of you I am, no matter who you were or what you were doing with yourself. I mean, far be it for me to criticize any life choice you'd be making right now. When I was your age, I was struggling to decide if I wanted to be in school, and if I didn't what I could realistically do with my life; I was piercing my ears; I was dying my hair stupid colors; I was generally immature and terrified of the prospect of being a failure while also doing nothing at all to prevent myself becoming said failure. I was a mess. So, I guess if I had any words of wisdom for a 20-year old son, it would just be that no matter how unsettled your life feels now, that doesn't mean your lif...
An ongoing chronicle of the aftermath of losing our premature infant son, Aaron.
Born: 4/28/2006
Died: 5/31/2006