For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. – Khalil Gibran
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. – Norman Cousins
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. – Marcus Tullius Cicero
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live. – Marcus Aurelius
Today is Aaron’s birthday. He would have been 42 years old. I thought I would honor the day by sharing one of our adventures together as children.
During the summer of 1988, my brother and I spent most of our free time exploring the woods and playing in a creek.
One day, we were hanging out in the woods and fishing. We had a bucket full of fish, but it started to rain. Neither one of us wanted to leave, since we were having so much fun.
I suggested we take the bucket of fish home and put the fish in our bathtub. That way we could continue having fun while we were at the house. Aaron thought it was a great idea, so that’s what we did.
My mom came home from work, as she passed by the bathroom, she saw Aaron sitting on the toilet with a fishing pole. She went into the bathroom to find out what in the world her son was doing.
When mom looked into the bathtub, she went ballistic. She started yelling at both of us to get those **** fish out of the there.
We put the fish back into the bucket and walked down the street. We decided to release the fish in our neighbor’s pound. Once we got home, Mom made us scrub the bathtub multiple times with several different cleaning solutions.
Personally, I think she may have overreacted just a little bit.
I have missed Aaron so much these past four years. I think about him during those big life event, like when Gwen graduated from high school. I also think about him when I am off on some crazy adventure. I laugh and think to myself, “Aaron would have loved this.”
I wish you were still here. You should be here.
On this day, four years ago, my brother Aaron died. I don’t visit his grave often. Instead, I wear his dragon necklace everyday. I also like to drive around and listen to Sciatica, his favorite band.
This song perfectly expresses how I feel, so I decided to share it with you today.
Today is Aaron’s birthday. It should be spent having fun, singing, and laughing. However, Aaron died three years ago. There will be no signing or laughing today.
When Aaron died, I lost my brother, Gwen lost her father, and Mom lost her son. His death created a black hole in our family. This black hole creates a suction that drags feelings of joy and happiness into it’s abyss. It only leaves feelings of despair and grief.
Our family will never be the same without Aaron. His death will impact all of us for the rest of our lives. I just wish we could somehow banish the black hole from our mist. That we could learn to laugh and sing again.
When reading this verse, it’s easy for us to overlook the significance of what Jesus said to his disciples. Today a cross is a religious symbol that is often used as a decoration or as jewelry.
However, to the disciples a cross was a symbol of death, torture, pain, suffering, fear, and humiliation. A cross was used to execute people. It resulted in a slow and gruesome death.
Jesus is making an extremely difficult request for all those who would follow him. To complete this task, a person would need perseverance and dedication.
Have you ever strolled through a cemetery? I do it occasionally.
Sometimes I walk around old cemeteries and think about the people buried there. I wonder about their lives, their ambitions, and their fears.
Sometimes I walk through cemeteries to admire the headstones. Over the years, I have seen some headstones that are truly amazing.
Yesterday, I was wondering around the Athens City Cemetery and took a few pictures.