I lost my only brother on September 15, 2005. To this day that is the worst thing I have ever had to experiance. My brother was my world! Of course we fought like all sibblings, but he was always there for me.
I remember when both my parents worked long hours and Aaron had to get my sister and I ready for school. I never was a morning person and instead of yelling at me or pushing me to get ready he would get me up a bit earlier and let me crawl in bwd with him and watch tv till I was more awake. Man I can still just imagine it to this day.
One time I took my earrings out and the hole had grown closed. He sat with me and used ice and my earring and reciting this silly poem for me to repeat until he got it back in for me without it hurting.
My brother was a true hero. Even in grade school when asked who my hero was I always replied Aaron. I maybe a bit biast as he was my brother but so many people would say the same. It was never a figure of speach to say that he would give the shirt off his back to anyone, because he litteraly did at times.
When I had my first baby he was there to cheer me on. He waited at the hospital the whole time. I am so thankful he was here to meet her. He died when she was 7 months old but he left his mark.
My baby girl will be turning 8 years old next month and it is hard to believe he has been gone that long. He never got to meet my two other kids...my son who is just like him.
I know one day God will bring us together again and that brings me so much joy.