That's all I want...just a peak at Aaron at 22. I saw a cousin's 22 year old son on Saturday. He looked healthy and content. Patrick is 18 and he's got it going on...healthy, insightful, calm and content. From what I saw for a few days at 18 I think Aaron would be just fine today.
There are no peeks in the valley of death. Aaron is gone. Gone is incomprehensible because I just saw all of the relatives who knew him laughing, talking, caring on. "Wild child" he was called at an age old enough to run and kick. Kristopher and Amanda called him Wild Child. Kristopher is gone too. Amanda is 24 and she's left to tell the story. Too cruel. At a family reunion the 76 and 80 something family elders told stories of their siblings and cousins. Seven full decades is acceptable to be a story telling survivor.
Unseen or forgotten photos make my heart race and my tears flush. I found one of those pictures on my sister's wall this afternoon. I remember when the picture was taken--9/8/01 according to the note from the photographer. A young fellow taking pics at a Badger football game was in front of AJ and me that Saturday. We leaned on the fence in the south end zone at Camp Randall. I asked the guy about his work and he offered to take our picture. Two photos arrived in the mail one day with a note about memories. Signed--Peace, love, and happiness. Major Latimer.
I like the picture. We're smiling. We were having a father and son day. I'm grateful for the peek back at a time that should have stood still.
Photo by Major Latimer. www.myspace.com/majorlatimer
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