Looking around the house I see pictures of me with two boys. Arm extended, they both fit. A hand on my shoulder, my hand on one of theirs, another on a brother. It's a unreal that I have...or had, two boys by my side. "Where's your brother? Get your brother. Help your brother. Stop hitting your brother." I miss giving those orders, yet I can hardly remember. The words seem familiar and foreign to me. Visions of the future with the boys maturing together are incomprehensible. They're part of The disappearing dreams of yesterday. (kris kristopherson)
Easter weekend. The last holiday with Aaron, Easter '05. Many Easters were spent in Florida. Lots of Aaron and Patrick pictures on the beach. Big fun with beach Easter egg hunts. Maybe we will hide Aaron's basket this year.
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