We had joy we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
Driving to an appointment with enthusiasm, this 1974 song by Terry Jacks played on the radio. I listened d closely and felt the lyrics deeply. "Goodbye Pappa please pray for me...you tried to teach me right from wrong..." My heart ached and my eyes teared; drops trickled from the outside corners. "Spring is in the air, pretty girls are everywhere..." Oh how I want to see my son growing up with his friends. They're getting married, buying homes, having babies, living.
April is approaching fast. The clock runs down to the Ten Days of May. My chest tightens. My teeth clench. All I want for you is to live Aaron. Just live. Goodbye old friend, it's hard to live.
Love Dad. Six years.
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