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.
2 comments:
I'm sorry to hear of the loss of Aaron. There is no greater legacy than to leave behind such admiration in the hearts of one's nearest and dearest than that you describe here. May he rest in peace, and may you see him again one day.
Interesting reading your blog
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