I've never written about the week Aaron died. From Monday through Friday all sorts of things were happening. I think if I were to try and recount it, I would fall to the floor and weep.
What did I do in those five days?
Did I tell Aaron how much I loved him, how much I wanted him to fight for his life knowing he was dying anyway? Did I stand by my sister and brother in law as they watched his son hooked up to machines that made all sorts of noises? Did I bring comfort to their pain as they watched Aaron struggle for life? What about Aaron's mom? Did I show her the love of Christ in those moments, setting aside all dissension? I believe I did all these things and much more.
Yes, if I were to piece together all the words of sorrow I felt I would fall on my face and weep.
And maybe it's as simple as that - weep.
