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About Aaron
June 21, 1999--February 22, 2002
1 Thessalonians 2:19
"For what is our hope, our joy, or the crown in which we will glory in the presence of our Lord Jesus when he comes? Is it not you?"
Surviving Parents: Jay and Beth
Surviving Siblings: Jarrett age 11 and Ryan age 8
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More About Aaron
Aaron was such an incredible gift, one that we did not plan on, but one that we cherished nonetheless. On many occasions Jay and I would look at each other with a smile and comment on how blessed we were to have the joy he so unexpectedly brought to us. How would our lives ever have been complete without him? Aaron was nearly always happy and like most toddlers thought the world and all the people in it were absolutely enamored with him. He always enter a room with a "Here I am!" attitude and often got a response that reinforced that indeed the party could now begin! I remember on many occasion dropping him off at his Rana's" house before work and hearing the familiar greetings,"Aaron! Smiley!" He would bound into the arms of his "second" mom almost as readily as he would bound into mine at the end of the day---always, always with that charming smile.
He was above all a little cowboy who loved his Papa's farm and the tractors, cattle, dirt and everything associated with it. His favorite pastime was riding along to check the "girls" (cows) with his daddy. You rarely saw Aaron without his cowboy boots on even with shorts in the summer time.
Aaron loved to be read to and was well known for backing up with a book in hand to anyone who dared sit down a moment. He wasn't about to leave your lap unless he was retrieving another book, or was forced to do so. Aaron loved to play outside and loved to chase around the house with his brothers. He knew no fear and he knew no strangers. On many occasions at the many sporting events we attended as a family we would find Aaron befriending yet another stranger, all of who shared the same common trait--they had food! Aaron's charm always ensured that they had less food after their acquaintance with him than they had before.
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WITH HOPE
This is not at all how
We thought it was supposed to be
We had so many plans for you
We had so many dreams
And now you've gone away
And left us with the memories of your smile
And nothing we can say
And nothing we can do
Can take away the pain
The pain of losing you, but
We can cry with hope
We can say goodbye with hope
'Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no
And we can grieve with hope
'Cause we believe with hope
There's a place by God's grace
There's a place where we'll see your face again
We'll see your face again
And never have I known
Anything so hard to understand
And never have I questioned more
The wisdom of God's plan
But through the cloud of tears
I see the Father's smile and say well done
And I imagine you
Where you wanted most to be
Seeing all you dreams come true
'Cause now you're home
And now your free,
and . . .We have this hope as an anchor
'Cause we believe that everything
God promised us is true,
so . . .We wait with hope
And we ache with hope
We hold on with hope
We let go with hope
--Steven Curtis Chapman
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Moms of Hope Grief Support
Moms of Hope is a Christian Support Group for grieving moms. The purpose of our support group is to create an environment where all who have experienced the tragedy of losing a child can freely express their sorrow, fears, pain, loss, anger, and guilt. The ultimate goal is to help one another work through the negative emotions of grief through sharing, prayer and Bible study. It is our hope that all who come to fellowship with us will find God's strength, comfort, compassion and hope. The road of grief is long, but you do not have to travel it alone. Please Click on the "Mom's of Hope" Link to your left for more information. Or click on the e-mail address below.
richert@itlnet.net
Aaron's Death
Aaron drown in a neighbor's landscape pond on a beautiful, unseasonably warm February 22nd, 2002. It never occurred to us that what we percieved to be a very shallow pond, would have held such danger for our nearly three-year-old child. We also underestimated his ability to get away from us so quickly, as Aaron never ventured from around the perimeter of our home where we had seen him just moments earlier. It took just a few short moments of distraction on our parts to lose track of where he'd gone. As far as we know, Aaron never knew there was a pond in our neighbor's partially fenced backyard until that day. We never dreamed that that is where we'd find him. If this website could prevent just one similar accident it would be well worth our time in creating it. |
Psalms 59:16
"But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble."
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