Time is fleeting
A memory leaving
You are left wondering
Where was it going
Time flies fast
Moments never last
Memories like a cast
In the mind a blast
Until the cast brakes
The memories are fake
Time never comes back
Time there is a lack
Your time has finished
Memories are destroyed
Life is complicated
New life, new memories replicated
It is the circle of things
For one the death toll rings
For another life springs
It’s a mystery what time brings
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.
As teenagers, my brother and I spent a lot of time playing in the woods. We went hiking, fishing, and swimming in the creek.
We also built a makeshift fort and took some of my mom’s old lawn furniture down there. Mom never did figure out what happened to her chairs.
We spray-painted graffiti under the bridge. We wrote our names, the names of our dogs, and noted each year we were there.
Basically, the two of us ran wild through those woods and we were having a blast.
That was 26 years ago. Aaron passed away three years ago and his birthday is on Monday. I decided to take his daughter (Gwen) out there. She heard various stories over the years, but never got a chance to see the area. It seemed like a good way to honor Aaron’s memory.
I was surprised to see a lot of our graffiti is still there. Each step I took, felt like I was going back in time. Even though the terrain has changed some over the years, I could still recognize different sections and areas. I still remembered my way around those woods.
Memories of those days flooded my mind. It was a surreal feeling. I could almost see us and our dogs running wild. I was excited to see it all again. However, I felt the grief of my brother’s death.
I was hiking down memory lane and my heart was overflowing with mixed emotions.
A few days ago, I posted a couple of photos of Mom and Aunt Kathy. While I was looking for those pictures, I came across a few photos of my grandparents (Frank and Edith Lynn) and my great-grandparents (Otis and Ollie Lynn).
I look at these photos and wonder about their lives. They were just doing normal things, going to school, getting married, raising their children, and working at various jobs.
However, time moves quickly. Their children grew up, moved away, and had their own children. Those children also grew up, moved away, and had their own children. And so it continued….
My great-grandparents and grandparents are no longer living. However, their legacy is still here. It continues through stories, pictures, even some character traits that seem to be genetic in nature.
Even when there is nobody left that remembers them, their legacy will continue to live on in our family.
Occasionally, I let Gwen drive my Jeep. I always think about this song and hope one day she will remember those experiences and smile.
We spent the day honoring my brother. We told stories and laughed, but we also cried.
Mom and I went to the Huntsville Botanical Garden to see the tree that I sponsored in memory of Aaron. I presented the sponsorship information to Mom last Christmas, because I wanted her to know Aaron will never be forgotten and his life made a difference in this world.
Then Mom, Gwen, and I went to the cemetery to put fresh flowers on the grave. It was hard standing there looking at his headstone. We all miss Aaron so much and there will always be an empty place in our lives.