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Bode, Aaron Jr, Brighton
I am trying to catch up on blog postings... so here goes.
At the beginning of July, Aaron Jr and I went with Kerianne and her sons Brighton and Bode to the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point. Here are some photos from that day.
Some of their 'hands on' experiences there.
Leslie, Aaron Jr /// Kerianne, Brighton, Bode
Kerianne, Brighton, Bode, Leslie, Aaron Jr.
Kerianne and Leslie
I could not be more grateful that I met Kerianne the first day of Biology as sophomores in high school. I am blessed to have some wonderful friends. If you want to see what a best friend looks like, take a good look at Kerianne. She has been like a sister to me. The evening that Aaron passed away, each new member of the family who showed up and their reaction to the news will always stay in my mind. Everyone was being so supportive of each other and I will always be so grateful to each and every member of our families for being there to offer love and share in the grief. As I sit here thinking about Kerianne, I thought I would share the experience of when she came to the hospital. My sister Lisa called Kerianne to tell her the news. Even though there was so much family there, I think Lisa knew that I needed Kerianne there. I had been sitting next to Aaron's body and we were all ushered out of the room as they waited for the medical examiner to come. As I walked out of the room, there were relatives to greet us with hugs and tears, but after that, I was just standing outside of the room wondering what I was going to do. I felt so lost and alone. I looked down the hallway to my left and there was Kerianne. She was crying and had this look on her face that I wish I could describe, but it is clear in my mind and forever will be. It was a look that had so much emotion. It was the type of look that you don't even have to know what they are thinking... you can tell what they are thinking and feeling from what their face is showing. She was slowly moving towards where I was, but when I saw her, I lost it again and ran to her. We hugged and we both cried so hard. I remember when her dad had passed away several years ago, she called me to tell me and I drove as fast as I could to her house and when I got there, we hugged and cried.
The police officer in charge of Aaron's room saw Kerianne and I outside of the room still when other people had walked to the waiting room. He asked if we wanted to see Aaron one more time. So Kerianne and I went in. Then she knew just what I needed when she said she would wait outside for me so that I could say one more goodbye on my own.
This past year and a half since Aaron passed away, Kerianne has been the friend I go to when I need a friend to talk to, to vent to, and to cry to. I hope I am that friend for her as well. I am truly grateful for you, Kerianne. You are a blessing in my life. I love you.
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