Happy 16th

Dear Aaron,

Sixteen years...

Oh how they have gone by.

What a blessing you were, you are.

And how missed.

129 weeks today since you left (will my brain always know?).

I put balloons out last night for you, after chasing one halfway across the cemetery. Somehow it seemed fitting. And when I tried to get pictures, they kept bobbing and dancing. Again, I smiled as I thought of you and your antics. 

Grandma Sandra sent me a picture this morning of her fish flag flying in your honor. 

You are not forgotten.

I love you, Aaron.

Happy Birthday, my boy.

Love,
Mama

“With life as short as a half-taken breath, don’t plant anything but love.”

– Rumi