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We all know what today is...

...so I'm not going to bring it up other than to acknowledge what it is, and to say that 5 years later, and today still hurts on some level - I think it always may.

What I really want to say today however, is that to echo DrummerWife's post from last night, I would like to thank all four of Aaron's grandparents. We were lucky to have you all by our side during the duration of Aaron's hospital stay, and for the 27 years of our lives. Aaron would have been very fortunate to grow up with all of you as his Pop, Grandma, Grandpa, Mom-mom, or Pop-pop, whatever. Yesterday's grandparents Recognition at church really drove all of that home for me. When I saw DrummerMom crying as DrummerDad held her after they both stood to be seen as Aaron's grandparents, it made an already difficult morning that much harder for me. I love you both, and I'm proud to call you my parents, and I wish so much that you would have a chance to hold a living Aaron, to feel him in your arms as I was fortunate enough to get to do. I'm so sorry you never got that opportunity.

And to DrummerMother-and-Father-in-Law, I wish the same thing for you as well. I know that none of this has been easy for any of the four of you. Thank you for being there for the two of us.

Also, I want to note that yesterday was quite a difficult day for me. From the moment Aaron became a possibility I looked forward to the little traditions that he and I could start together. And one of those would have (hopefully) been watching sports together as my father and I did as I grew up. Yesterday marked the beginning of what would have been Aaron's first football season watching games with Dad (and Mom). Admittedly, he'd been a little young, and wouldn't have had the foggiest clue what was going on, but it would have counted in my book. As I sat in church yesterday, I suddenly realized what the day was, and that it was just one more thing that I wanted to do with Aaron that I could never do with him.

Coupling that with Grandparents Recognition, and I didn't have a very good Sunday morning.

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Anonymous said…
Aaron was smiling down and yelling "go Eagles"!
6:56 PM
Anonymous said…
Nikki's entry on Sunday and your entry on Monday are beautiful and have really stirred my emotions. One of God's greatest gifts to us is the gift of family, including those who have gone on before and wait for us. May you all be loved and blessed.

Love,
Roxie
9:55 AM
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