May 5th is a quiet day. Aaron will be 22 tomorrow. The night before he was born was very quiet. Probably the same for every young parent who is aware of their last meal before the birth of a first child. There were some laughs during Aaron's life as we told him of the last supper. We knew it was the calm before the storm. Quiet times were a void filled by Aaron's presence. Spilled water does the same with a depression.
Aaron's birthday is quiet because the clock ticks louder on the countdown from here to just after noon on May 10th. For a guy who looked forward to being 18 for so long it's ironic that his life would end so few days into his 19th year.
Looking at his picture on my desk I see the face and the long arms. His body appears to be filling out. I barely remember. Turn the picture sideways and the thickness of the paper represents how clear I remember my son Aaron and I miss him.
Happy Birthday Air Bear.
Love you.
Dad
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