My brother-in-law died yesterday. His was the C-17 that crashed shortly after takeoff, Wednesday July 28th 2010. He leaves behind a wife and three sons. He is survived by two sisters, one brother, his parents and uncounted hordes of aunts, uncles, and cousins. And me.
Aaron was a Man. He was a soldier, an airman and a warrior. He was a father, husband, son and brother. He was an adult. He was a hunter and a fisherman and a skilled player of poker (even if it was that god-awful Texas Hold 'em). He was my friend. Mayhap even my brother.
When I first met Aaron, he met me at the driveway with a gun. To be fair I was bringing his sister home at 5 AM. But he went out of his way to make me feel like part of the family. If I needed help, I knew I could call on him, even if it was help with moving furniture, and he'd come. Not many would do that.
So here's to my brother, my friend, Aaron. I love you man, may we meet again in the Shining Fields.