tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889088.post-18995878498748371692008-04-03T09:47:00.004-05:002008-04-03T10:17:48.107-05:002008-04-03T10:17:48.107-05:00Yield To The Flow of Life. This is The End of the Past.<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/R_TvJKBq97I/AAAAAAAAAN0/FChrQ3mPAgs/s1600-h/Tommy-Liz-AJ.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/R_TvJKBq97I/AAAAAAAAAN0/FChrQ3mPAgs/s320/Tommy-Liz-AJ.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185032011599509426" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/R_TuvqBq94I/AAAAAAAAANc/Gzyl1bWx4Y0/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/R_TuvqBq94I/AAAAAAAAANc/Gzyl1bWx4Y0/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185031573512845186" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/R_TuwKBq95I/AAAAAAAAANk/8e2xWOpJ4hQ/s1600-h/Scan0003.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/R_TuwKBq95I/AAAAAAAAANk/8e2xWOpJ4hQ/s320/Scan0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185031582102779794" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/R_TuwaBq96I/AAAAAAAAANs/aWBj-XQj6oA/s1600-h/Scan0002.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/R_TuwaBq96I/AAAAAAAAANs/aWBj-XQj6oA/s320/Scan0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185031586397747106" /></a><br />Yield to the flow of life. Surrender. In the last month before the third anniversary, I accept the Now. What cannot be undone, is as it is. I know what is "Peace of God". I will create no more pain, no more suffering.<br /><br />These are the last photos I have of Aaron's physical self. They were taken in April, and maybe one in May, '05. His true self never died. I see his true self in Patrick, Cathy,people who knew him, people who are moved by his story, myself and in nature. I accept the mistakes I made as his dad, and I acknowledge the good. It is finished. Now is where I am and where I will stay.<br /><br />Right this second, just as I was to close this blog, the song "Where Oh Where Can My Baby Be" came on the radio. ...the squealing tires, the busted glass....now she's gone I hold her tight...where oh where can my baby be, the lord took her away from me...<br /><br />Let it be.Aaron and Patrick's Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189997742942794908noreply@blogger.com