~ NINE YEARS AGO ~

AARON


Kristin's beautiful work.


AARON LANTZER MAY 2, 1980 - MARCH 11, 2010

Nine years ago, March 10, 2001, I was at the States Wrestling Championships in Hershey. Watching some of the best High School wrestlers in the state. Youth, dedication, school spirit and family commitment. Three days of sports and friends. Kristin and I had filled our days with the AA Secession and then would head right back in for more AAA wrestling. After many matches and champions we headed to the local Perkins for some much needed dessert. Having pie around 11:00 on a Saturday night was a great way to end our trip to Hershey. The next morning we followed it up with a nice breakfast at the same Perkins and started our trip home. Some snow but nothing too much to handle. We were going to stop in town to pick up the local paper to see what articles if any were in the paper about our local wrestlers and their drive for gold. But so close to home we continued on. Same trip thru town as always. Pulled into our driveway and saw that our van was not there but my oldest daughter and her friend were coming out the front door. Reaching the door she told me that my Aaron had been in a car accident the night before and he didn't make it. Total confusion hit my head. What do you mean he didn't make it? What are you saying too me? How could you say something like that to me? This is a terrible thing to say. Running into the house to his room looking for him. How can this be, Aaron where are you, where are you? My boy was gone and our lives changed forever!
Missing Aaron is a daily part of our lives. As the years have passed the pain is there but we have been able to place it around what we need to do to continue. Always there, always there. Seeing others of his age continue with college, marriage and children. But Aaron for ever young and the same. Oh how I miss my Aaron. How I wanted too grow old with him. Take care of his son or daughter. Nine years with out him but loving him even more. So another year ends and another begins with out him. I love and miss you so.
Aaron died from injuries received in a head on collision from a drunk driver hitting him at 80 miles an hour. He was coming home from dinner with friends, he was going 35. The hospital said that he only had a broken leg, he would be okay. Then he was gone. The main artery to his heart had been damaged, they didn't find it. He was gone. I'm telling you all this so that you love your children and family. We don't know what tomorrow will bring. Also PLEASE think about drinking and driving. DON'T Drink and Drive. You don't have to be drunk to take a life.

AARON - Thought of you with love today, that is nothing new. Thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and pictures in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart.


This poem was posted on a MADD site on Facebook, it is so much how I feel.....


These Shoes

I am wearing a pair of shoes. They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. I hate my shoes. Each day I wear them and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step; yet, I continue to wear them. I get funny looks wearing these shoes. They are looks of sympathy. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. They never talk about my shoes. To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them. But, once you put them on, you can never take them off. I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world. Some women are like me and ache daily as they try to walk in them. Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt. No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes, I am a stronger woman. These shoes have given me the strength to face anything. They have made me who I am. I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.

Author Unknown

ALWAYS IN MEMORY OF AARON #98, ARLENE

PLEASE DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE

Lantzermx98@windstream.net
Posted by Arlene on 03.11.10 @ 01:25 AM ET [Back to Top] [Return to Main Page]